Wednesday, 20 May 2009


Interacting with a pre-decimal civilization,
One before the watershed,
Dumb to evolution,

Directing events of an essential nature,
Aiming for my high latitude,
Staking a makeover,
Claiming it all.

Thrusting the rusted engines much further,
Pushing their belief in mine,
Confiding in no one,
Desiring the win.

Spending my faith on reserves of theirs,
Spelling orders to be averred,
Hills to be got over,
Foe to get into.

Picking the victory from their broken feet,
Seating its crown on my head,
Resting hauled laurels,
Peacefully me.

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