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2005-12-08

from-what-we-hold.txt

"FROM WHAT WE HOLD BEFORE US
(For Bill English, Jr.)"
by JTK.CA
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Sitting on our thrones
Before the powerful sea
We think we get our strength
From what we hold before us
But it's all a fantasy

Each throne is made so grand
Carved by a wicked hand
The hand of one who would be King
And of himself would sing

But our thrones are made of sand
And soon we're washed into the powerful sea
As the tide comes in
And as we drown
Of ourselves we sing

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Lying in our graves
Beneath the powerful sea
We think we gained our deaths
From what we hold above us
But it's all a fantasy

Each died at his own hand
A dabbler with sand
But sand and water just don't mix
The water won
The fool is King of His Own Demise
Such a foolish prize

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Tad's Note:
This poem is "For Bill English, Jr." because after I read this poem to him, he informed me of a very surreal coincidence. My poem struck a chord with him because he had previously had a dream about a beach on which there were chairs made of sand. And I wrote this poem before I ever knew about his dream. You may insert "The Twilight Zone" theme music here.

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