“If a state is to avoid the greatest plague of all—I mean civil war, though civil disintegration would be a better term—extreme poverty and wealth must not be allowed to arise in any section of the citizen body, because both lead to both these disasters.”—Plato regarding the dangers of inequality…
In fundamental stages, atoms occur in shapes, in assemblies and via the methods through which they coalesce. We! Atoms ‘gone wild’ write by mingling the letters of our alphabet in unique ways to construct tragedies, epic poems, comedies and outlandish legends. The combinations of rudimentary iotas fashion our world in its own limitless diversity.
These are the ‘Coming In’ times. The ides of moments ready-to-flash and center-of-day-to-ready-play and anticipate reasons. Then discover that life does happen covalently. No rejoice to understand or withstand and never required and still Ok. Momentum drinks to spill before air or fear tastes and waste’s rush before shriek-spear-kill where motion ends as hanging cloth covers wired thorns along ruined ditches of rain fill and maybe flows from boot smooth flat-to puddles of blood-mud waiting for sun-play and dry air and wiz-bangs and death.
Creative Creatures do gather one-time-or-maybe-two to watch sky etched forms dissolve appear and disappear while often dancing ‘cross so many places to many races as often they appear only to disappear and reappear again once-in-a-while…
Plato wrote in ‘The Republic’ (Book 7): “that men are chained at the bottom of a dark cave and only see shadows cast upon a wall by a fire behind them. They think that this is reality. One of them frees himself, leaves the cave and discovers the light of the Sun, and the wider world. At first the light, to which his eyes are unaccustomed, stuns and confuses him. But eventually he can see and returns excitedly to his companions to tell them what he has seen. They find it hard to believe.”
“We took the blood of the earth
and fell in love with death
with life itself as an excuse.
Black is the sunlight shimmering below;
it flows through life and the guilt we share
We are hiding in chorus as starry eyes close,
and seasons part in farewell;
‘because we drained her blood, then forgetting her face
to hide from everyone” …from ‘The Last Hour of Ancient Sunlight’ by Draconian
Burn with this exceptional song as extraordinary fog ‘cross liquids edged with split sanded reeds as from hill high vantage; pieces of fractured stone, as the broken rims of splintered faces silently shriek of spoil, of harm and of destruction. Three ships obscure the ternary ceaseless slivers of shiver war to collect or to evade again. Two townships too pounded, still need needless sorts to find forms alive or fallen upright. And! From waterside cannons a fortress sky high, twins slam shells and balls as death upon us falls. They; then us and not and again, they fall with and upon us. Ship pitches wood and steel and spirits toward sinking side with mast blast splinters and holes enough to die.
We paint and then leave for the ‘Coming In’ time. Neon glitters and shape-shifters-sighted-one’s blend against leafless limbs where standing trees fall and scatter ‘cross Viaduct’s crumbled-tumbled stretches of stone tops, cream colored rocks and pieces of dust and rust and the shadows of ruin or waste. Choirs race wagons of faded reds and oranges and brown streaks of muted yellow splash; again blend and rend groomed clones of oiled twilight clouds and fading light as the protector moons of three rise alongside globe line and stain shorelines ahead of the lubricious briny; fill with salted rains without sounds, and deprived of life.
Water and butterflies and beetles with purple shades and birds emerge from mist and race about lofty heavens or nethermost luminosities. Straightway, touch the life that flies, and from colors of lavender light into gull-white gray and totally liquid beside a sparkle of shoreline polish and moonlight bright. We! From spiritual linkage promptly to Earth, and now once more to rush into struggle to situate and into competition. Observe the exhausted and the dying ones. They come this way and fly away. Then! Gather here the shaped-shifters and one-sided sighted eyes to watch till wizards of crashes and dashes cease games of pieces on ground as our Witches appear or disappear into smoke and mirrors and magic shaped ghosts. Toast those; by those lifted glasses, memorized memorialized and as quickly forgotten as recalled.
“You see I really have to tell you
That it all gets so intense
From my experience
It just doesn’t seem to make sense
Still… You turn me on”… ‘Still You Turn Me On’ by Greg Lake
And! Beautiful you are…
Hi and thanks…Wishing you—Soft winds,
Gentle curves and Wonder!🙂☀️✨⭐️☀️😊
A fitting quote from Plato; trace back to all revolutions, and you will find that most were caused for a lack of bread. Nice post!
Hi and thanks. Wishing you a wonderful Tuesday!
Loved reading your post Philip, I lost your link for a while and your Gravatar button didn’t link to your website but I’ve found you again now :) happy
Hi Charlotte and thanks! Wishing
you a wonderful Friday…
Thank you Philip you have a great weekend too :)
“ Then discover that life does happen covalently. No rejoice to understand or withstand and never required and still Ok.”
Epic covalence of orbits magnetically apogee and perigee throughout your language start to finish, and in the finish is the start where mastery, not an end, leads to further discovery. I love the wonderment I steep in after reading this. Bliss. Kelping in slow-sway bliss. What a wonderful use of language. Nothing nascent except what’s asleep, nothing promontory except what’s at outer orbits, with a Both-And Birth-and-Death DNA strand weaving rhizomatic fabrics of delight in the read.
Hi Jordan and thanks! Wishing you a great
Hi and thanks!
Hi and thanks!
🙂☀️🏄🏻♂️🏖🌴🏄🏻♂️☀️🙂 to you too. :)
Hi and thanks!
So beautifully written.
Hi Kalyan’s and thank you! Wishing you
a wonderful evening!🙂⭐️💫⭐️😊
An amazing post… Well explained ❤️
Hi and thanks for your kind words! Enjoying your posts—too. Wishing you a great afternoon.🙂☀️☀️🙂
Hi and thanks! Wishing you a wonderful new week…🙂☀️🏄🏻♂️🏖🌴🏄🏻♂️☀️🙂
Please support my blog through your engagement.
Hi and thanks! Also enjoying your posts and thanks for sharing them with us. Wishing you a wonderful Friday and a great weekend…🙂☀️🏖🌴☀️🙂