A new poem to hold you over until my next blog post(hopefully tomorrow): What would I sacrifice for a climate bill?
Time for Our Lives
The time for our lives was yesterday
Today there's no room for making-do.
Getting by has seen its time
And the day has come for getting done.
This Juliet-and-her-Romeo
between the ground and the sky
Is about to reach the turning third try
And man's role is Mercutio.
We know where we're going
And how to get there quick too.
We'd prefer to be elsewhere
But would anyone be with you?
Who am I to make this query?
I see the world through star-glazed eyes
Imperfection rectified
Innocence, unadvised.
Even enemies, when they succeed,
I can hardly debase them so.
Behind our disagreement
Is our common cause
Mine
Yours
The fate of the world
And so is the fate of the One-Manned Sword
And the Library of Written Never
And consumed, in the belly of the Winged Snake,
Is the Galaxy of Ever.
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