Every era shapes the danger it requires
the times call forth the monsters the times call for
we muster the courage we need to fight them.
We react we adapt to whatever confronts us
if we have no say how did we speak the words to summon this spirit
did we cast this spell upon ourselves?
Surely we know what’s behind the veil we drew over our own vision
these interesting times are how we try to awaken ourselves
when the magician stops dreaming the illusion will be revealed.
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I know exactly who and what you’re talking about….
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And people say this stuff is too vague. Thanks.
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nice Big Picture view , grazi.
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Thank you. A macro / micro perspective underlies a lot of what I write – the big picture with specific details.
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ok, this is beautiful actually bright, shiny, different in color, (not depth) from your other poems.
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Thanks – i think i had the dark day in DC in mind.
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