I look up toward her from my place on the hill
she looks at me as if she doesn't even recognize
and thus far this has been the pedigree
never to give away grimace nor glee
Were I not even offspring in the brood
initiative absent my irregular way and mood
greatness latent to me so long after your death
yet here you stand afore me entire afresh
Tiny Tones of blue highlight her face almost unseen
Her laughter silent
And I an infant to witness
all of her privations
As midnight approaches
I can see her amply
the aura of a god or a queen
glorious on ths hill above me
were I not even part of this brood
so dedicated to all of you
Though I see myself a mere hatchling
lacking the vigor you so long to see in me
No hint of mercy
compassion has left her skin
abandoned her heart
restlessness has dimmed
Authority in her eyes
she has pointed us to the present day
like clumsy lost caravels
ridiculously clinging to the waves
I looked through the concrete
There it stood she stood Clear
her art outshone our perceptions
the cosmic chess player moving reality
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