No dragon’s teeth to sow

Will the sown seeds of confusion

Yield stout founders of tent-states

With mine fields

Properly distanced

From our ruins

As we slip into oblivion

Without the mercy

Of a fall from grace

Without the fanfare

Of expulsion from  Eden

The paintings and the poems

The sermons and the regrets

No winged creatures

But  dust dispensers

Propagating and confounding

With no dispelling at hand

Marching into a beclouded

Unfathomable Event horizon

 

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