The Land of Leaning Fountains

Night

Balloon Exodus

Me, the Purveyor

Sand Dolphins Arrive

Migration by Night

Surveying a New Home

Celebration of a New Life

Dormant Tyrants...

Foreboding Signs by Day

Foreboding Signs During Rush Hour

Foreboding Signs at Night

Will of the Tyrants

Tyrants Grow Restless

Tyrants Sally Forth

Scouring the Land with Madness

The Land Futility Resists

Surprise from Over the Dim Horizon

Destruction of Freedom Commences

Madness Efficiently Executed

Dream of a Peaceful Sky

Awakened

Bleeding Skies

Weeping Fountain

Camp

Tyrants Near

Terror, Grief, and Exodus

Overtaken by Tyrants

A Bleak World

Land Crumbles, Sky Falls

Spirit Rekindles, A Ray of Hope

Spilling Tyrant Blood

Fearless Strength in a Bleak Hour

A New Dawn

The Poem:
From the Land of Leaning Fountains and Sand Dolphins-
The Spirit of Freedom
Ancient facades, free and wild,
monumental while vulnerable,
drums beating on the edge of time,
lurking, brooding, contemplating...
Mechanical madness, dials, knobs
point menacingly toward Annihilate;
gleams of industrial grandeur
twisted by emotional scars,
whipped into hellish frenzy
vectored toward a blood-drenched squall
breaching inner guards of freedom
sublimity, transcendence dealt
a timeless, suspended death...
Scattered
roaming squads of pillage
murder, awaken reactions poised
to return an innocent, pre-war world
the calm and peace that crumbled swift
in winded, chaotic political decay
burning in a public eye
now classified as radical...
Ultramodern structures rise
smooth, no breaks, junctions, seams
complex architectural models
undulating concave beams
meet with convex social plans
sans random irregular activities;
angularities in free-flight paths
of ambition, undying tyrants
black-hearted, statued tyrants
rolling out shock and thunder
plunge in from the silver clouds
targeting a dark abyss...
Upward, skyward buzzing, massed
clustered, sneering slogans of death
over fields of midsummer nights...
A protest chant, crowds gather,
dispersed with warning, repression;
others go forward, loud, demanding
machine guns fire, disperse the crowd
speaking hopelessness, despair;
the dust settles higher than where it began
suggesting that a battle was won;
an ever-present, ever-reborn
hard to suppress spirit of freedom...





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