It Should Have Been a Garden
It should have been a garden to the earth.
The citrus trees and the loitering bees,
and the milding sun through the perfumed leaves…
It should have been a garden to the earth.
The citrus trees and the loitering bees,
and the milding sun through the perfumed leaves…
When midnight ghosts stir me awake
and haunt me in my bed,
when all I love seems put at stake
in the games within my head,
then I shall rise and pray.
They call it the Castle of Cold Water.
There Ugolino on a pinnacle built his lonely citadel in signal of his reign…
When the Christian had been dressed, the Roman shoved him roughly out of his cell and into the tunnel, and up toward the dim-lit turn.
I recently read a blog post concerning the plight of human art in the coming age of “artificial intelligence”…
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What know we of Sisyphus,
his plight upon his hill?
Human beings have always had a soft spot for distant, unexpected disasters…
Bear you children to the world,
for the wonder that is life.
Then let us be fishers of the storm,
for these days may bring a tempest.