These are the golden times, the times of remembrance behind and eternity lies ahead. Phrases drop like a bored flaccid rain, and are forgotten but not too soon. Careful now, for the roads are winding and the lights are blinding.
It takes a while to get there, and your path is long and your progress may be slow. But the madness must be slain, for the heart of darkness is crying.
Everyone is trying, and everyone is getting fed up, but these days there is a quiet desperation to see this through till the end. The red badge of courage is not for us all, but all are in their way standing up to the tall mountains and deep rivers that separate the proles and the ruling.
It is time, once again, to ring the bells of the temple of the king. Outside in the moving forest, Einstein and God play a game of dice while Draupadi looks on, wondering about the brightness of a thousand suns.
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"The giants come falling out of the sky
among a new flowering of flamingo
glowing green in a shrinking world
as the die slowly turns its face
when the dogs are let out to bark
in their mad eagerness at the velvet sky with a saccharine sweetness the angels sing dreamily in a brightly blue new sea the eggs of men tumble down breaking with a sad vengeance at the thrusting choking hand of destiny that sits light as dust on their silver wings with a sweeping enveloping grace the birds are out calling with a sudden violence of greed as they fall upon the giants hand who holds them up in a blinding gaze to look at the sun and wonder
out in a brave new way
fingers are thrust"
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