There she is, she’s grown beyond root and branch,
at peace despite the incontinence of an unlooked for
wisdom.
And there I am,
of a sudden snagged by her knurled spell
as if she were the Virgin Mary, and I
a stumbling beast wandering through her world.
I want to keep my silence
let only my hot breath snort
but there, on a creaky bench a crone radiates,
as a young girl would
holding her newborn joyfully up to the heavens.
I surface from my reverie, my mood rocketing upwards
to a roofless place where the ages, are all still babes
rocking in a shining crib.
Shoulders back and head high I stroll past her.
“Good morrow mother,” I say with a light-head
(the archaic phrase seems appropriate, as if now
were already tomorrow).
“Good morrow good beast, will you witness”?
“I shall,” I reply,
“for am I not almost an angel, part conjurer,
part diviner, part beatific daemon,
a human thing, growing to be ever ageless?”
Together we both laugh out loud
as children may do.
From distant lands
comes help unlooked - for
Arriving in tall vessels
Legions of stalwarts
arrive on our shores
The battles will surely be won
Just as we aided our allies in
the past
So they will aid us in the future
Does it seem we deserve their help?
Yes, it does!
So, onward ye peoples
Joy will come
When the savage foe
is finally put to rest
And peace will rule the stars!
Cool winds
whipping by
chill the bones
An unheard of, an unlooked for
idea
has come and
gone
at the edge
of a precipice
sits the
answer to our
questions
this is the
real game
the time for
the new dawn
has finally come
Yet there are
still obstacles
to be overcome
Let the vivid
lights
move into
our imagination
Before the end
comes
we'll
know
that the
phantasmagoric
truths we
seek
are ours for the taking
the lights are
fading - fading rapidly
now
tomorrow will
come
and with it
the chance to grasp
the ultimate reality
and move into new horizons
Cool winds
whipping by
chill the bones
An unheard of, an unlooked for
idea
has come and
gone
at the edge
of a precipice
sits the
answer to our
questions
this is the
real game
the time for
the new dawn
has finally come
Yet there are
still obstacles
to be overcome
Let the vivid
lights
move into
our imagination
Before the end
comes
we'll
know
that the
phantasmagoric
truths we
seek
are ours for
the taking
the lights are
fading - fading rapidly
now
tomorrow will
come
and with it
the chance to grasp
the ultimate reality
and move into new horizons
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