God has receded beyond the cosmic horizon
All the universe, the time to get there
Still faster than getting to the bottom of myself
God has receded beyond the cosmic horizon
All the universe, the time to get there
Still faster than getting to the bottom of myself
Are you allowed to fail?
Can one be great and also frail?
Is it wrong to go slower than a snail?
Some might say, “follow the trail”
Better yet, just wag your tail
Don’t dwell on things until they get stale
dog shaman gnaws his soul to the bone,
his is not the highest, his is but to roam.
Does he ever make it home?
For him there is no grandeur,
he sleeps on the kitchen floor,
wags his tail then is no more.
Mighty Eagle and Bear don’t care,
They can go anywhere,
but They don’t know what it means to share.
Well, who knows what we’ll be in the end,
so from one dog to another, i’ll miss you old friend.
Hey, I’ll explain the world that I see;
The events that transpire, and why to me.
Well, I’m a follower of great Δt;
which makes what’s past out of what will be.
And I’m enslaved by cruel mean Δt;
because what’s mine is mine just momentarily.
But I’m liberated by pure true Δt;
learning takes time to forget and be free.
Yeah, I’m just me thanks to Δt;
finding in a moment of forever, harmony
Among gnarled and twisted branches, small fish on display.
During the quiet afternoon, us humans come for play.
Beneath our playground, a dark labyrinthine tomb.
This wouldn’t be our playground, but for your horrific doom.
I do not come for the fun and play anymore, if ever I visit this site.
I just come to watch the daring fish, all fighting the good fight.
You are right, you are wrong; you are neither all along.
Sometimes pained, sometimes quelled; feeling either feels compelled.
I am alive, I am not dead; but if I was, what is said?
One plus one, plus one is three; with no logic, I am free.
As a wanderer, I traveled the world outside my home
walking the road to it’s end.
At first the road was hard and lonely until I found a friend.
I sat with him while the embers burned and warmed my soul
within the homely abode.
Prepared again for the world outside, I took the wayward road
Yet when the sun sank down and cold set in, the way had been lost.
So on a stone I sat and thought
How once I shared the shelter but currently did not
In that moment of true despair, I finally made my peace.
Finding an abode in my own,
I remembered my friend, I remembered my home.
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No equine ride into the town square this time, this is a different kind of victory,
The victory of a strong arm defying an increasingly heavier weight –
An increasingly weaker arm.
His head bends now as that of one bowed in thought.
After the battle rages, others will ride forth on their horses into the town square.
For now though, the surrounding clamors begin to ebb,
As if to regard a final moment of intimate thought.
This is a different kind of victory.
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