Random roiling waves of thought piercing my brain
Calling for action, screaming in pain
Crucible, boiling seething with fire
Soon to erupt from eternal ire
Passion and Demons enter the fray
Determined to have each their own way
No time to listen, no time to choose, no time to decide the battle you choose
Infinite braying from paid donkey heads
Defining the world for peace and death
The wind of Thor blows again upon my home,
The harbinger of the winter to come, frost tonight.
the squash will be fine, the herbs and begonias were sad to be taken inside
Jacqueline finally had her say
talking heads filtering the entire way
contemplation, integration, am I prepared?
Will it all come down to the love Iíve shared?
Can I help, will they survive this test of time
Or is it their fate, not mine?
Drifting between worlds, of knowledge and knowing
Doing and being, the unsaid showing in brief glimpses
And easy pauses, as our world changes before the unknowing.
Am I right to be silent in these days, to think my words are meaningless
As I fight through the haze of knowing.
That all is to change, that it will come unbidden
The storm of our lives.
Who am I to save or know what or when or wrong is right?
Call me mad call me what you will.
The storm approaches building, billowing on the breeze.
A time to come, shortly, you and I have never seen.
In all our days together, in your heart you know, our time is short.
Choose to live, my love, choose life.
For the moon shines bright in full glory this wondrous night
And today, all is right.
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