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This time of year is generallly a little darker for me than the lengthening days suggest. This is why.
Great stars died that you might live.
Their hearts, crushed by the pressure
Of their giant bodies, burst
To cast their ashes into your blood.
Yet you died like the least of them,
Fading, cooling, beat by beat,
The gas in your lungs stilled
By entrophy's final victory.
Cast out into the void,
My orbit disrupted,
Time's relentless passage
Freezes my fiery heart.
Great stars died that you might live.
Their hearts, crushed by the pressure
Of their giant bodies, burst
To cast their ashes into your blood.
Yet you died like the least of them,
Fading, cooling, beat by beat,
The gas in your lungs stilled
By entrophy's final victory.
Cast out into the void,
My orbit disrupted,
Time's relentless passage
Freezes my fiery heart.
Meetings are work too
Sep. 2nd, 2009 01:10 pmMeetings are work too.
The endless discussions
On the colour of the bike shed
Are essential
To the functioning of the corporate machine.
Education is now a business,
A machine to generate
An unending stream,
Batch-produced,
Of graduates who've been taught
What to think, not how.
Every stroke
Of the accountant's pen
Strikes off another
Future development,
Future discovery.
Till those of us left
At the marker-face
Turn our backs
And walk into the night.
The endless discussions
On the colour of the bike shed
Are essential
To the functioning of the corporate machine.
Education is now a business,
A machine to generate
An unending stream,
Batch-produced,
Of graduates who've been taught
What to think, not how.
Every stroke
Of the accountant's pen
Strikes off another
Future development,
Future discovery.
Till those of us left
At the marker-face
Turn our backs
And walk into the night.
Five Years
Aug. 12th, 2009 10:52 pmFive years have passed.
August brings cold silent tears
For the setting sun.
August brings cold silent tears
For the setting sun.
