(June 4, 2018 at 6:24 pm)Mr.Obvious Wrote: Alchemy
I wonder when I see the square painted with bloodshed;
if a mason and a rebel could share a common word
like you and I do with wine and unleavened bread?
Layaway bricks for the new to build and the old to hurt.
Leave behind the palace of the Tsaar of stone and gold,
and the bruise where the crown was knocked to the ground.
Step away from the guillotine made of metal and cold,
and the ropes that cut into your hands which were bound.
Both destruction and reconstruction belong to a snake
which consumes it’s own tail in a cycle without end.
The ouroboros of nature puts humanity itself at stake,
unless our very ideals instead we can learn to bend.
You write that, Obvs?
Nay_Sayer: “Nothing is impossible if you dream big enough, or in this case, nothing is impossible if you use a barrel of KY Jelly and a miniature horse.”
Wiser words were never spoken.
Wiser words were never spoken.
