Disillusionment

whatever it was
he was dreaming
it was not

what it was
meant to be.

On the Lunatic Fringe

No inner sanctum
At the moonlit inn.

Legacy

light inherits
dark remains.

(from The Intricate Evasions of As)

Definitely Not Lemmings #12

My thanks to Katie Murray aka don't be emily for becoming DNL #12; here's the link to her Promethean-inspired blog.

On the Way to Parnassus

This much remains certain,
Above all: We shall rise

To unknown mythical heights;
But how low

Must we go to know?

Disclosure

O pen the wound to close the heart to heal.

The Dismantling

We shall not cease from exploration,
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

--T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding


Before

Our most enlightening eviction,
We thought

We had every right
To squat here

Undutifully derelict,
Oblivious to light.

.


This gift, this blinding
Edifice of beauty

We took for granted, we lost sight,
Though our instructions were simple—

Before you lose it forever,
Take it down

In glorious black and white.