Repose

We’ll watch in time as life
Corrodes to crimson rust.
We’ll hide, but still sun’s light
Turns diamonds into dust.
We’ll save beasts two by two,
Then earth will eat, digest.

Nature paves her way.
She crumbles life
Consumes the light
Breaks everything in two.
Destruction is her play.

When all have tasted death
Some unheard song will sing.
When lights have turned to dark
Some unseen lights we’ll see,
And two shall mold to One
In Resurrection’s ring.

With Nature still preserved,
Her mark of death
Hides in the dark,
Still making two of one.
But power now reserved.

We’ll own her life in play.

Fully Exposed

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All things are mayflies
Dying in hot summer wind.
We're fully exposed.

Over Exposure

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Trust is the mayfly
That dies in hot July wind.
Over-exposure.

Exposed

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He hides disguised,
Mysterious,
With half-told tales,
Sweeps His shadows.

The rightside’s
looking right.
The leftside’s
looking left.

The upside:
He’ll be revealed.
The downside:
It’s far too late.

We’re outside
looking up;
He’s inside
Looking in.

Dickinson Encore for Easter

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear.

--Emily Dikinson

One must first taste nectar to thirst for it; first be victorious to crave its company. Whether now or from another life, we all have felt success.

Eventually, we all will find reason to feel like the dying solder on the abandoned battlefield of a meaningless war. But this Easter we celebrate because we all will be victorious. We all will wear purple, fly our flag, and march in the parade.