Words From Denmark
and let the moment start.
The birth of a moment itself,
swirling about in the empyrean.
Our eyes are blurry,
and the godless glory is
astonishing to behold.
So perhaps we’ll miss it.
But nay I think it is here,
it is there,
and it is all about,
the very molecules coalescing
into some stunning singularity.
The moment, tangible and realized.
Like a nameless smithy forging his magnum opus,
we have arrived into some golden age where hope might have a chance to get its bearings.
The thin veneer named perception—
broken and lost to another age,
some iteration of ourselves gathering dust.
Stand beside me, brothers and sisters.
Together shall we float amidst destiny
and bring meaning into existence.
I think we might all be looking for the path
that was promised.
And it was right over our heads
a metaphysical joke
far beyond our own wit.
The dulcet sounds of dawn
are upon us now.
They allow us to bask
in the radiance
with some measure of peace.
Without them, we would surely be lost
in the chaos,
the din of men meandering meaninglessly
drowning us out forever.
Keeping us around in their hazy mess.