Glimmers in the hinterlands
as I begin to settle
into reaching my Old Ben days.
So rage reshapes, tempers
and can be passed
to the compassionate and energised youth
Torch will still be borne
and saber swung
but I’ll pay in aches and pains
in coming days
and likely collapse to
sage blue spirit status
My anger slowly feels
like an elegant weapon
for a more civilised age
while the streets call
for the bluntness of a blaster
I’ve mastered thinking round and round
and missed chances to parry,
but my force will be added
to the great wave of change
This empire is dead
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 7:19 AM UTC
Glimmers in the hinterlands
as I begin to settle
into reaching my Old Ben days.
So rage reshapes, tempers
and can be passed
to the compassionate and energised youth
Torch will still be borne
and saber swung
but I’ll pay in aches and pains
in coming days
and likely collapse to
sage blue spirit status
My anger slowly feels
like an elegant weapon
for a more civilised age
while the streets call
for the bluntness of a blaster
I’ve mastered thinking round and round
and missed chances to parry,
but my force will be added
to the great wave of change
This empire is dead
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