Thursday, December 27, 2012

Reconstruction


I wish you well
I wish you right
I spell your name
Upon my mirror’s fog this night

Fatigue is but a severance
Cutting short the light inside
Shaking, trembling, fading quick
Not sure of the words that crash you down,
Not aware of what it was that worked you up

Topographic
Buildings grow
Gut the earth
Kill the dirt
Transplant the soil
Converting the natural
To cold concrete and steel erect

Didn’t we learn, not to try and touch the sun?
Was the message blurry, was the eyes fogged up, could you not assemble the warning that the myth constructs?
Alas,
Daedalus,
Here we come
again

3 comments:

  1. daedalus, but also babel...seems we repeat this through out history, yet still we try...

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  2. Such great flow, that you know, as the myth was weaved and the Daedalus reminds me of Stargate's feed, as there was one, under Atlantis's sun.

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  3. we never learn. Daedalus, we come again, indeed. Nice use of the myth. Strong message, well penned

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