The Great Reckoning

A kaleidoscope of colors descends upon the rock face each vertical shaft of light rises from the surface the play of rays a seer’s delight ecstasy of joy of unbounded heights hues call forth the grace of small things fear the terror of the large each word cannot mean itself inching toward the great reckoning of diction forging the new rosetta stone to translate algorithms of unknowing tearing stale pages from the book to line cages of desire do we not want better faster smarter the battlefield vision of scrubbing behind the general’s ears he falters in the trenches where prisms of color wash over the yellowing dead where the command turns interrogative where the question rebuts its answer where the rock face mirrors our face fractured and fragile forlorn in the quickening light

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