Musing

And man’s groupmentality grew and grew until it threatened to blot out even the Sun.  Thus was borne into the pupils of a new generation the spark necessary to light the fuse which would race upstream to blow out this growing smog of obfuscating filth.  Even the roses curl up in abject defiance, to lend their thorns to my wrath.   Dubbed a knight for the Guardians of Ambush, I pledged my allegiance to no army but that of the trees, 21 years ago:  A heraldic Oak has lain its branch upon my shoulder in the land of New Canaan, in the year of our reckoning, 1988.    Upon my fierce countenance the world’s facade splits apart into  halves:  the chasm lain exposed between has become my battleground and new home.   Trolling for gemstones slipped under the bridge.  Lost in a full moon reflection wavering on black water.   Aspiring to be a hero to every son and daughter.


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