Actually, I'm not here at all...
I'm here www.intothedialectic.com
but as you have graced me with your presence, here's a poem what i rote, well, for you actually:
our one world will be saved by beauty
when we remember how to see
with the eyes of a child
into the golden heart of every living thing
we will feel deeply
the earthly memories
etched into the mountains of our home
and the forgetfulness of the oceans heave, and the forgiving.
even the resilient oak, in its own rooted way
resists great winds and time, yet falls
to the greater wisdom of ages
and thus, we stand
with the aching of our souls
to behold the wondrous stellar nights,
and before us now
and at every moment dancing
beneath the obscure shroud
of indignant hype and mercurial spin,
the simple saving grace
of a bird or a bloom or the heart
behind the eyes of an adversary
who will be none other than our own shadow
dancing in anguish waiting to be seen
+niklas spitz
