Though some now say it comes to nil
The world is full of magic still
The end is nigh, soothsayers scry,
and from their parapets do cry
“Beware the evil that draws nigh!” –
though some now say it comes to nil.
The world is cracked and folding in
upon itself, and in the din
one barely hears the voice within:
the world is full of magic still!
But those who stand, in spite of fear
of loss of life and that held dear
sing out their songs, so loud and clear,
though some now say it comes to nil.
Excelsior! and “Forward, Ho!”
Against the grain, and tides, we go,
what weapons work, we cannot know;
the world is full of magic still
At some near point along the path
the bards may scribe our epitaph;
so fill the world up with our laugh,
though some may say it comes to nil
Reality is what we make;
there is no permanent mistake.
It matters not which path we take,
the world is full of magic still
Though some now say it comes to nil
The world is full of magic still
31 JAN 2017
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