Dying Lament Of the City's Law - (Not A Journal, After All...)
In sadness sheathed he mourned a message,
just the way his voice told him how…
But this daily log as were it then,
Is merited to all that’s written now.
So here I place it where it fits,
not hidden in those greedy lists
no longer day by days historical
but spread modern in its dismal bliss.
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A New Aesthetic.... Divine and Otherwise , All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, ART ACTION UNION - CREATIVE ACTIVISM, End Times, The Healing Journey, The Word Tree, United States and WMG“The city made of living stones, yet never were there even many.
No, there were but digits few, and yet still enough for a home.”
Single, solitary, and prone yet to tear
All that lives is cursed and sole
No place was here to last forever,
yet lit day one to turn to coal.
I call seven, seven shelters, shivering in hand:
One is rocking, unsteady shelter, and looking to the land,
giving to the others justice, only one by one they fall…
Seven stones have seven sunrises
before none shall stand at all.
I will count the seven falling, each with somber words I’ve sown
Till that day royal, the city vanish,
unremembered as unknown.
What will come of that, we wonder, he or she and what it bequeaths,
The group called void will overtake it,
as under earth in death it sleeps.
What of void, of cruel and careless?
Formed because he’s missed those marks?
All alone she’ll float within there
Only letting it in, on the saddest sparks.
Flic Manning
This is fantastic!
Amber Elizabet...
You are and always will be fantastic =)