lighting our way
across the mystic sea
of souls
that our whimsical tomorrows
might toast
his favorite goblet
and share the fun
of yesteryears
to share Nature’s pipe
with the glyphs of gladiators’ rules
the calculator of Heaven
the battalion of pillars in their allegiance to Rain
the spirits enslav’d by the great pool
all swaddl’d by Land’s mane
with Today’s bloodkin
‘twas this another cycle
by Nature’s hand?
or by industry
and a turbulent cloud
by covetous ancients
who cared only
for their own lifetime?
loujen haxm'Yor 