Looking Up, Looking Down — The Darkly Spectacle

Day 315, Year 11 (by the MagicDuel calendar :D)

If the waters shimmered downward

and we were looking up

would the times at all be different

would they be less rough

yes, a line was drawn below

based on literary taste

those preferring newer wisdoms

outside the line were placed

but a line was drawn above

no less vicious, though it lost

I don’t think the leader mattered

both are driving, though we’re lost

a line of taste in instinct

shunning those who lost its thread

do not think that this was better

or left any fewer dead

nor believe it was erased

(if you took the other side)

we are still in awful danger

of two kinds of slaughter

Sunday, December 4, 2016

December 4, 2016

Dolores, your image reminds me of me

and a story I once drew

of where the mountains meet the sea.

(sound familiar? Then we agree.)

the tallest peaks, the cracks of the earth

deeper than most of her many flaws

long after a conflict has ended

they still stand so proud of it all

and hand-in-hand

the sea and the sand

such a different story.

rocks that yield to the waves

shattering, falling, rounded out

made by forgetting their maker

till each is like the rest

so strange that the stories are one

just as the mountain is proud of its past

each grain of sand, so proud to be tiny

and yet to be strong, since it’s like all the rest

The wheel becomes stronger

whenever it bends

the mountain is stronger

when history rends

Let us be like the wheel

let us stand till we bend

let our hearts always reel

at the pain we will send

Let us build and be broken

resisting our end

let our love be like water

and turn us to sand.

(yes I've been watching Westworld...but this image predates that)