listen to the stunning trumpets
as they cry out on the walls
listen to the music pour out
like a million waterfalls
name the sound and then you sing it
but your voice may not have range
let the music be unbounded
let all things begin to change
name the awful situations
that you want to end at once
no not let yourself be frightened
he who falters is the dunce
name the power that sets its limits
on the actions of your hand
do not bow to it nor worship
those to come will understand
in the end the magic powers
that we got from sacrifice
will not keep us from becoming
what we really hope is nice
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
08 March 2007
the magical ballad
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