There Are Large Rocks Everywhere

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Some fires were set,
but the stone didn’t burn.
Ashen mansions, charred blocks.
The countryside ruins are prized leftovers.

As huddlers, we quiver,
only to turn beggars.
Retreating to chambers,
contemplating behind barred doors and windows.

Stairs only descend
Cowards won’t take the plunge.
Watch the skyline,
for the only way out is to pierce the fog.

Life’s Alchemy:
Separated at birth,
congealed at death.
We’ve forgotten the fire, so we forget it all.

Sparks stop raining,
so we live as fault-lines.
Hearts pumping the wrong way.
The old symbols reduced to smeared scribbles.

Beware the Devourers:
Remnants amid the rubble.
jerking off in the dust,
awaiting the return of a dead Eden.

Making out with severed heads,
raping abandoned bodies.
If only our eyes were sewn!
For those that can’t see: cemeteries are simply stones.

Final Heaven, Final Hell
Gates are flung open,
so we hide like Cathars.
Let those that have seen enough guide the way.

Like Angels with shiners,
innocents take their lumps.
Children persist:
Will beautiful things once again walk the Earth?

Let’s remember:
A hand gathers all strays.
This cave’s safe �" but not for long.
Don’t dismay. The blind are strongest in the dark.

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[Tim Lion]

"Life’s Alchemy:
Separated at birth,
congealed at death.
We’ve forgotten the fire, so we forget it all."

Wow! what an earth-rocking verse.

I read it twice...and all I can think to write in this box is
Amen.