Manning the Beacon with Ellyn (Maybe)
Who's driving?
oh, I don't know
Traffic's not what
it used to be
Remember when...
Yup.
I sure do.
Who's driving?
I'll try but honestly
It's hard...
Hey, check out this cool
beacon
It points towards the
true
North
Stars and
Stripes
Forging anti-swords forever
That's what's up
That's what's groovy
It points down
Like an ocean of clocks
like a river of stars
like a soup kettle full of
Dreams
Nietzsche was right
about the
eternal
Recurrence.
It points up
it
points
down
Where you can see
yourself in the
dialectical mirror of
Georg
Wilhelm
Friedrich
Hegel
Moving not
necessarily
in a
forward
progress from
thesis
antithesis
synthesis but
RATHER
From the
storm center of
dialectic and
negative
dialectic
Where the ocean for the waves
where the trees for the forest
where the droplets for the
rain
Where the mist for the gas
Where we've run out of
gas
Stranded on the shoulder of an
enormous
Boulder
High as a kite in
the fountains of
Outer
Space
Looking down...
At all the
tiny
people...
It's a small beacon
right now
But we've scaling it towards
a roaring
Bonfire
to keep us all warm
in the dark winter of the
soul's
Discontent...
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