The Silence is a Mighty Warrior The light was on, The room was full, One thing stacked on another, Every space occupied, Every object animated, Every battery-powered monkey banged the cymbals, And beat the drum, drum, drum, Every hope was sung, sung, sung, Every dream was one, one, won, Every night was dun, dun, done. Alone with this stuff, Busy, Then the silence happened, It grew, Heavily armored, It’s visor down, Every step echoes crushing depths, The ache of the deep, deep, deep, The emptiness came up through the cracks, Turning another would-be world to brittle crumbling stone, The silence with a hammer mightier than Thor’s Smashed the stone to dust, dust, dust. As the silence hangs it’s hammer on a belt, Binding a body pure and primordial, A great sword of glittering possibility slides into a jeweled scabbard, The enemy has been vanquished, The occupier has retreated, The cities are now deserted, But the land is ripe, In the shadow of the great warrior, Always in the shadow, I plant anew. -- gnosticman
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 03:38:42 +0000
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