What Is It Part Iv
What Is It Part IV
And so the Divine Idiot gibbers and reels
Spreading through its own expanding self
As the motes within it try to keep up,
Advancing plans, making theories
To contain the chaos.
They are more aware than their Creator,
And damned for that awareness.
And beneath the mass of all that madness
My father sits, and ponders - what?
I hope he is lost in remembrance of our better days,
When we were just people
Just people
Living normal lives
Having normal thoughts, normal dreams
In those days we didn't think of the Things hovering over us,
Waiting to feed on despair.
Our thoughts were easy,
Born of simple truths:
The world is fair.
The Good prevail.
The Righteous shall have their day.
The Good prevail, yes, but at the price of
Spitting their defiance in the treads of the boots of the evil.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2023
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