'Nuff said.
Eternal Towers
The title courtesy of Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Variations on a theme.
Far off, in distance, do I see
Eternal Towers watching me
The rubble standing in between
As blind as night, before not seen
So on, upon the threshold bare
I stumble through will little care
The dawn seeps up beyond the towers
Fear departs, the canon cowers
For, now, the light is opening
A way in which the wind will bring
The scent of troubles to be manned
The rough and shoddy to be banned
Revealing all to sight now clear
The troubles that I held so dear
They crumble, insubstantial dust
Enthralled no longer by the must
Of broken will to disappoint
The future rolls into a point
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