Glory Falls
Once
Too soon fades to black
Though quick enough to rise
again
The gloried swell
To consciousnes
From dream
I have stood here before
In this sundown pain
And the stars still to come
After the planets reign
With the world writ so large
I feel my being wane
Falling deep into grace
I sing the next refrain
Because he tried so hard
To place features
On their bodies
On their faces
Which he just couldn’t recollect
Over time he’d lost
The recollection of the places, too
How odd
That the one crystal clear element
In this one otherwise tortured image
Was the frame shop
Filled with photographs and paintings
Recorded for eternity
Beloved’s paean expressed
In exquisite
Architectural glory
Brought to ground
By notes of sorrow
Though beauty undiminished
The beauty of an amber sky
Belies a failure
Of political will
And the premature deaths
Of millons
The iciest cold
The rockiest coastline
The hottest desert
And when I say life
Of course I mean
Homo sapiens
Ordered chaos
Flurry of growth
Fluid
Thick
Wherever opportunity
Permits
And often
Where it seems not
Electricity and engines
Polymers and composites
Production lines and factories
I could not make
A single thing I’ve brought
Smoky.
The smell of a campfire.
But the nearest fire set a hundred thousand trees alight, a hundred or more kilometers away. I wonder, was that one lightning? A cigarette? A carelessly managed fire?
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