The Crow in flight

Involuntary waves of wasted recollection 

incessantly washing upon the  shores of uncertainty

seemingly unparalleled losses

erase what was to be, so certain were the knowers,

so planted were the resting laurelus roots of desire.

Vanquish and fortify

unbind and articulate

that which calls forth the wandering querents 

where for art thou Gnomeo?

Distinctly different echo the halls of the chasms depths

rest within the hollows of heavenly asylum.

Discordant echoes breed hope IRL

The Robots boot crushes its own “intelligence”

“There’s no such thing!”

Christ’s mystery is uniting

The Crow in flight, 

laughing at the progress of human accomplishment

how distinct they have become.

How tranquil their demeanor

in the midst of their self imposed disaster.