Caliber

It was once a matter of clairvoyance a search beneath the skin rewarded with the tranquility of knowledge beyond sense Grievances revered as models of understanding and true compassion But ebb and flow are not without consequence and the appearance called time an undisciplined foe Man then left as beast to devices set in prehistoric motion wondering in the places taken for granted moons earlier if not for perfect machinery misused Crowded now by a guilt pondered in place of the substance for which it was as a means conceived Men so fallen and unable to rise but like a baker's dough slowly as a life rebuilt an end promised therefore as a dream in sight But to reach such heights self-doubt resists preferring rather the gleam and nostalgia and the memory of soldiers bearing higher ranks