Disputing truth

Disputing truth

Arguing for the joy of it

The joust,

Deflating thoughts

Of ancient gods, stygian rivers

In sore need of ferrymen

Olympic heroes were metaphors

As much as Randall Flag or Gandalf

What happened to the fellowship of men

So many, falling by the wayside

In constant disregard of progress.

The weight of mighty deeds

Was never to be carried

In perpetuity

The plight of the mere mortal

Is to suffer the indignity of invisibility

Trampled beneath the hooves of horses

That may once have lived as Unicorns.

If romance is to be believed

As more than dreaming,

We lived with angels,

Guardians at the gates.

How much of such cant is misdirection?

What message is received

When words are cast into a vacuum

An irritant as much as

Any pebble in a soft shoe,

Sufferance for pleasure

The pain of forgetfulness

Inversely proportionate to man's need

For continuity.

There is no belief without certainty

And yet, nothing is known of tomorrow

Hope is as debilitating as faith

Is a hostage to fortune.

Listen without prejudice

Ideas are merely thoughts

To be replayed,

There is no worship in them

No prophet, profit or loss.