Reeling

Hitting bottom.
Broken against rock
shale and limestone.
Unable to piece together
warm from cold; new from old.
There are children in the valley
huddled in sham alarm,
captured,
over the mantle
hiding in plain surrender.
Eons and eras escape like smoke in space.
Mesmerized by the flickering flame,
empires build, collapse,
rubble to sand.
Princes, hierophants, self-proclaimed
deciders
try their luck,
flex muscles built from
effluvial dna —
blood, sweat, slime
milled from the faithful
and fear-filled.
Tempers rise and fall.
Lies and revelations take turns in
ascendancy.
The deluge, caustic anticipation,
ravages eternally.
Shattered limp, reclined along
a plane of rest and re-creation
at falling’s end.
Ripples awaken silent songs, music
of celebration, urging on, company
for the great trip upward.
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