#indivisible
My talisman was destroyed
by a sorcerer, who, much annoyed,
bade me worship only him.
I worship not a lowly man
who lacks the power to understand
beauty beyond the realm of man.
Plato’s archetypes are real
in our creations and what we feel.
The innocence of childhood play
The setting sun at end of day
The work of every artist great
Brings me to a better fate
My talisman returned to me
Resurrected, in a different guise.
There is somewhere of no lies,
only adamantine ties.
Where love is indivisible from art
and only death tears us apart.
Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 1:44 AM UTC
*Did you know that when it rains
It secretly rains on us all?
Buildings or not
No state or county line alive
Can divide those underneath from which it falls
The glorious sky
The bellowing sky
Which opens up its eyes every morning
Just to look and see that we are yet still alive
And even though that same old sky
Which connects us though cannot love
It’s only because of such blessings from above
That we can learn to live and love at all*
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC