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Life is but a game One for someone else to play The player fine-tunes environment and genetics Creating her ultimate masterpiece Better than the last batch New and improved Unseen forces manipulate the funiculi of marionettes And accordingly they sway to and fro Whilst an illusion of control captivates the psyche "Ah, free will," exclaim the cat's-paws 'Tis a bounty to be devoutly wish'd! The chimera A gift bestowed upon mankind in the days of eld Fuels a passion to attain new heights The driving force behind his deeds The foundation of dreams And the sub-empyreal determiner of his wyrd [by John Viggiano] |
At Last [Maynard Dixon, 1875-1946] At last I shall give myself to the desert again, That I, in its golden dust, May be blown from a barren peak, Broadcast over the sun-lands. If you should desire some news of me, Go ask the little horned toad whose home is the dust, Or seek it among the fragrant sage, Or question the mountain juniper, And, by their silence, They will truly inform you. [Maynard Dixon, Painter & Artist] |