2010-01-24 - resonant
two thousand and ten
the kingdom of men
falling to dust and debris
a resonant frequency
an octave below
beats out mean and slow
stronger than tides high and full
influential like gravity's pull
moving in from the storm
global warming's not warm
red rider
dread spider
it sat down beside her
but that was the least of her cares
miss muffet ignores watchers' stares
desire is blind to the fall
it seeks what it wants after all
it fails to discern in the trend
that the fallen cannot be our friend
hosts of the damned all are we
until the logos sets us free
one word spoken in the milieu
makes the wind and the waves obey you
one word in our heart and our hand
makes the outlaw obey our command
one word vibrating through space
makes the light come and rest on your face
though the mountains fall into the sea
though cities crash into debris
we will stand at the ends of the earth
and declare with one word our new birth.
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