the impact of old lies

 the rain is over and sad clouds have passed

beyond the mountain to the hidden sea

where all our stillness has its time to be

acknowledged understood measured at last

but we the analysts are yet aghast

at all the pain of those who did not flee

the ultimate temptation that we see

in the hard present that is never past

obey the rules and that way you get by

the lesson taught almost from time of birth

is not sufficient to persuade the wise

they must ignore the message in each eye

the ruddy signal that comes down to earth

and dissipates the impact of old lies