Sunday, April 1, 2018

Romance Is Writing Undeciphered

The Minoans, the Mayans,
The Romans, the Tang,
The palaces and temples

Raised their walls of privilege
Until privilege collapsed.
There was no magic

In the courtyards where nobles
Entertained, where foxes run,
No magic now in our huts.

The enchantment lies
In the idea of glory
Lost, so long as it stays lost.

It’s the glory of the ghosts
Haunts everyone equally.

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