Strength and weakness are intertwined
The Caduceus might be appropriate Then again, it might be an insult He is forced to watch, unable to act He rolls and turns, spins and twists Incorporeal tantrums won't do a thing Who knows? It could be due to Saturn Gnashing of teeth, wringing of hands It might be part of the plan There is no Rosetta Stone to translate No way to make sense of it And no choice is aligned Cells die and matter migrates Nothing is as it always was and will never be As above, so below, forever in-between But time, and our perception, drag us along We arrive at new places and expectations The procession proceeds A Great Year for some, a bad year for others When I wake up, I hope that I can see more stars An extra eye would make for a better view |
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