All roads lead to Romanesque dreams
of empires stretching to the sun
and crumbling from the moment the first brick was laid
Ready when the sky rains fire to fall
as the lamb dreamed when shifting deserts ruled
in the stead of kings
when pillars of Grecian fire rose up
to scorch a scorched land
and made fertile again the valley of emperors unborn
casting the last desolation onto funeral pyres
in defiance of what gods still walked the sand
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It’s there. Emerging from the mist of the past, creeping toward us. It’s right there.
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Photo by Claudio Hirschberger on Unsplash
Mitchel David Ring 
9 responses to “Romanesque”
Lovely David. “and made fertile again the valley of emperors unborn”
Great writing.
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Thanks Joni! Cheers (:
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Very nice: Yes, as soon as we feel permanent, the fall starts.
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Indeed! By the time you notice the structure coming apart, it’s far too late to save it.
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It’s really phenomenal.
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Thank you very much (: cheers
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We must fall to rise again. Impermanence is permanent. Wonderful words! May the gods be appeased. 🙂
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Thank you (: I certainly hope so!
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