Return of the Jedi
feuding families bedecked in .gifs
that remind me of the Nintendo stars one is a.war.ded
after taking care of the digital Wokling long enough
for it to have grown into a pathetic semblance of an adult.
a Jedi master has fallen, but not before writing
his own eulogy (again), Ziggy's bolt connected in the stars
located nearby The Spiders From Mars,
from before his birth
not having a choice in the mind over matter,
tapped into the one truth: Force.
I am merely a Padawan in this emotional kindergarten,
yet bestowed with the natural inclination of a kingfisher,
a fisher of kings,
a slayer of emperors,
a witness to Sith lords dressed in Republic wool,
and Resistance fighters no less dishonourable
than members of the First Order;
obvious signs of un-balance.
Pry open wide the third eye
to navigate the kingdom within,
and sources that divide,
but be careful not to become consumed
by the Dark Side (and sudden rhyming sprees)
when facing adversaries.
Return from exile, from hopelessness,
sometimes a master should follow an apprentice.
Secrets are doorways leading towards great weakness,
and a kingfisher listens to the riverbank's whispers.
Illuminate these passages.
January 20th, 2016
Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner