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A Song of My Brothers

A Song of My Brothers

Oh, elation true, I beat my savage breast anew
For the things I cannot understand,
For the brilliance in the cue I sing;
Fuse your efforts for they do bring this time unyielding;
The answers there, a feeling, yet swirling all around the
Time, the day, the mourning bright my brothers beam
Renewed, from simple gifts to urban blight, they sing
Transfixed anew…
This is all a coming hour, I am but a stranger due who
Stands the vigil true,
Surrounded and confused by all this order…
If daylight be a gift…
If nighttime’s  mostly blue…
If circumstance a cosmic dance afire,
If all joy is separation’s hues…
What diligence have you
To withstand such judgment?
Who staves the willing happenstance?
The aching soul’s last journey?
The magistrate’s remark?
All truth is groping in the dark,
The random access demon who marks the
Time this way in avarice and cunning.
Brothers! Stand and sway,
In rhythm true to nothing…
No music.
No wiles on this day.
Just a deep residual reverberation of wonder on display.

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