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A Toast To The
Moment We Tore Reality
by
Kevin McMahon
Exacting our escape, we hurry past the doors and halls
At the marker to a distant time, a signal of the Future calls
Upon the mound
the wizard stands
to guide us in our fall
And what’s been found
within our plans
lends meaning to it all
The warning of the mountain scent filters through the trees
Casting off from Ordinary, we sail to shores that no one sees
With equal doubt
and fractured mind
we long but to be free
Worried about
our treasured find
misplaced so carelessly
Momentum guides the keys to within our casual reach
Possess their opportunities: a path unique to each
|
Across the sky |
Our efforts
try |
Consider why |
|
the figures chart |
to break apart |
the changes start |
|
a trail of ghostly
streaks |
the bonds of fated
weeks |
when Silence stands
and speaks |
Before the end, a storm announces its presence with startled brilliance
in the grays
The dark below
and flash above
fill a sullen
atmosphere, in grave recognition of our ways
Troubled peaks and valleys of the mountain range echo the
approaching day
From rivers flow
the remnants of
that
silence on the canyon walls – whose source no longer feels so far away
copyright Kevin
McMahon, 2009