tread softly
And hardly yet so many
Have paved the very foundations that appear to rock society,
For what drives us if we fail to see that apex
Towards the guiding light, the outstretched hand offering labyrinthine words of wisdom;
That kiss of foreshadowing that has ultimately driven us to that disposition.
The spectator, overriding the ordinary ions of society
Seeks not to clean the teeth of the nation
Nor to comb the hair of integrity
Yet rolls aside the very stone preventing him regaining life once more;
And turning aside to the thieves beside him
Licks their wounds clean with the whites of his eyes.
So many wasteful years of cobbles have provided only
Mules the space to walk in freedom
And what occurs more frequently to our sight than the never-ending floods we encounter?
For what are we but marrow and dust;
Those tiny molecules that he has stitched, that are so easily torn.
O, Universal Lord grant thee such a benevolent disposition in thy plight,
For one can only yearn to seek that eternal flight of that anticipated kite.
By Eleanor Trent
picture ©@Doug88888
Have paved the very foundations that appear to rock society,
For what drives us if we fail to see that apex
Towards the guiding light, the outstretched hand offering labyrinthine words of wisdom;
That kiss of foreshadowing that has ultimately driven us to that disposition.
The spectator, overriding the ordinary ions of society
Seeks not to clean the teeth of the nation
Nor to comb the hair of integrity
Yet rolls aside the very stone preventing him regaining life once more;
And turning aside to the thieves beside him
Licks their wounds clean with the whites of his eyes.
So many wasteful years of cobbles have provided only
Mules the space to walk in freedom
And what occurs more frequently to our sight than the never-ending floods we encounter?
For what are we but marrow and dust;
Those tiny molecules that he has stitched, that are so easily torn.
O, Universal Lord grant thee such a benevolent disposition in thy plight,
For one can only yearn to seek that eternal flight of that anticipated kite.
By Eleanor Trent
picture ©@Doug88888