Dawn…a pyramid laborer watches
As sparkling jewels hung in an inky sky
Are replaced by the amaranthine migration
of the sun, linked by antediluvian strands of time
to a bridge worker on the Golden Gate
Forever seeing eyes from abstracted heavens
fade, once again, into nebulous, desolate obscurity
as Man, somewhere in perpetuum, and the infinitesimal Ant,
both and forever marching, dancing to the drums of hostility,
complete the inner circle, forging their eternal bond,
preparing for yet another day…of war.
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