Enlightened stars light twilight time

Mindful darkness imposing boundary lines,

Heavy hearts toiling to lighten loads,

Together walking rights of freedoms

Narrowly mouthing bottomless greed,

Here in the demi – jour seeking Peace

A vital flame seeks breath and mean,

Unprincipled displaying all their spite,

A browed hill displays golden sights,

Wisdom oh you overseer,

Don’t turn around never go back

 To the once inexperienced life of lack,

Bourgeois leaders riposte the ruin,

Where each day the dragon’s darkness

Dragging common sense back in,

A Starkness of Evolution comes to pass

Marking there is end to time,

Where do we go from here?

Merciless, preposterous suffocating sublime.

The mortal coil relinquishes an End.

Sisyphus rolled his rock up to the brow of the hill over and over again, but at one point realized it was a waste of energy. The rock kept rolling down hill. “I am not going back.” Sisyphus said. “I am crawling over the brow of the hill to see the wonder that awaits. Time is of the essence.”

Written by Carolyn d Hogarth Canada

(You fool us once, excuse me for being a fool. Twice is out of the question).