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Imagine-
Or dream of, if you will
Whispering water and silent thunder
Beneath clouded mountains and divided skies
Dark star, a distant moon
The storm that passes subdued by
   Crosses sullen, raging seas
Through the bright-lit night
   And lumbers out of our lives

The bomb which, in exploding
Heals a world torn by greed
A day like summer's passing
An eternity in a second
   Infinity in an inch?
A verse or line unspoken
Which rises unbidden to the mind
And there, having done its piece
Does go quietly into that sweet night.

The mourning sun cannot recall
She has shown indifferent too many times.
Was it ever any better?
   Or does it all just stay the same?
As we are driven forth by
The wind unseen at our backs
   Does it speak?
The whims of Fate, softly delivered
To unconscious ears?
Under the whirling Universe
As it all winds down (or accelerates)
To the grand finale of entropy
Do we find balance
   In the shadow of our mutual destruction?

The deadly song of rusting metal and rotten flesh
Seems to be the anthem of our times,
Punctuated by the distant thud
   Of falling nations
And the occasional explosion of hate.
So I seek solace
In the melody of nature
Unspoiled by human hand
Mutely refusing our superficiality
In the gentle rhythm of the world.

I take comfort in the paradox sublime
Yearn for a virgin world
Yet to see smokestacks against the dawn
And free from any comedy divine.

Every minute is my battleground
The objective not annihilation
   But sensation
And so I lie awake in holy darkness
With thoughts of the ineffable mysteries
Close at hand, at the heart of everything
And I weep for my lives unlived

   Imagine-
Putting words to the tune of existence
Does the chorus rise in harmony absent a Creator?
Out of silence there does arise a sound
That resonates within our minds
The moment after the missile strikes
   Peace, or the void?
As a spark frozen, caught in the moment
While it soars between flame and chaff
A bridge transient and eternal
That connects both past and present
   In a flash of glory
Which resonates down the ages
And forever alters the course of history...

So life is defined: Not by what you make or see
But rather what you make of it.

Description
Imagine-
Or dream of, if you will
Whispering water and silent thunder
Beneath clouded mountains and divided skies
Dark star, a distant moon
The storm that passes subdued by
   Crosses sullen, raging seas
Through the bright-lit night
   And lumbers out of our lives

The bomb which, in exploding
Heals a world torn by greed
A day like summer's passing
An eternity in a second
   Infinity in an inch?
A verse or line unspoken
Which rises unbidden to the mind
And there, having done its piece
Does go quietly into that sweet night.

The mourning sun cannot recall
She has shown indifferent too many times.
Was it ever any better?
   Or does it all just stay the same?
As we are driven forth by
The wind unseen at our backs
   Does it speak?
The whims of Fate, softly delivered
To unconscious ears?
Under the whirling Universe
As it all winds down (or accelerates)
To the grand finale of entropy
Do we find balance
   In the shadow of our mutual destruction?

The deadly song of rusting metal and rotten flesh
Seems to be the anthem of our times,
Punctuated by the distant thud
   Of falling nations
And the occasional explosion of hate.
So I seek solace
In the melody of nature
Unspoiled by human hand
Mutely refusing our superficiality
In the gentle rhythm of the world.

I take comfort in the paradox sublime
Yearn for a virgin world
Yet to see smokestacks against the dawn
And free from any comedy divine.

Every minute is my battleground
The objective not annihilation
   But sensation
And so I lie awake in holy darkness
With thoughts of the ineffable mysteries
Close at hand, at the heart of everything
And I weep for my lives unlived

   Imagine-
Putting words to the tune of existence
Does the chorus rise in harmony absent a Creator?
Out of silence there does arise a sound
That resonates within our minds
The moment after the missile strikes
   Peace, or the void?
As a spark frozen, caught in the moment
While it soars between flame and chaff
A bridge transient and eternal
That connects both past and present
   In a flash of glory
Which resonates down the ages
And forever alters the course of history...

So life is defined: Not by what you make or see
But rather what you make of it.