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[–]horse_you_rode_in_onSouth of the Border, West of the Sun 447 ポイント448 ポイント

When Great Trees Fall


When great trees fall,

rocks on distant hills shudder,

lions hunker down

in tall grasses,

and even elephants

lumber after safety.


When great trees fall

in forests,

small things recoil into silence,

their senses

eroded beyond fear.


When great souls die,

the air around us becomes

light, rare, sterile.

We breathe, briefly.

Our eyes, briefly,

see with

a hurtful clarity.

Our memory, suddenly sharpened,

examines,

gnaws on kind words

unsaid,

promised walks

never taken.


Great souls die and

our reality, bound to

them, takes leave of us.

Our souls,

dependent upon their

nurture,

now shrink, wizened.

Our minds, formed

and informed by their

radiance,

fall away.

We are not so much maddened

as reduced to the unutterable ignorance

of dark, cold

caves.


And when great souls die,

after a period peace blooms,

slowly and always

irregularly. Spaces fill

with a kind of

soothing electric vibration.

Our senses, restored, never

to be the same, whisper to us.

They existed. They existed.

We can be. Be and be

better. For they existed.

[–]CRISPR -66 ポイント-65 ポイント

Did she write something that rhymed?

[–]flavorseal 12 ポイント13 ポイント

Still I Rise, They Went Home, Woman Work, etc.

[–]justhereatwork 0 ポイント1 ポイント

Troll does as troll is. Please ignore the attention whore. If it gets neither upvotes or downvotes, it will disappear like the fog in the sun.