ATW05 (Oct 29, 2023)
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Receipt: ATW05
Author: Rachel
Status: Diner
Subject: Business as Usual
Time itself grows rather brickle,
Shattered fast by holy sickle,
Cleaved in twain unless rewound.
But to rewind and renew is quite fickle—
Fickle Gods make fickle friends,
Rewinding and rewriting to make amends.
So you push to keep your vow,
Yet even at the top with sweat on your brow
The stone is rolling, rolling now—
Now the Devil walks among his kin,
Made of heavenly bones and ancient skin.
All is wagered upon the first and final sin,
So, the game is set, and one must win:
All bets are off, and both are all in—
In the morning, hear Him sing,
Heralding the everlasting dawn.
A melodious proclamation from beak and wing,
That the Cycle will begin again with a familiar ring.
Yet… the sun hangs dead in a rotting sky—nothing—
Nothing is quite as delicate as hearts.
Effortlessly, they throb, burn, and ache,
Yet it takes so very little to make them break.
To make one eternal would be the highest of the arts.
For that which beats in all eternity never parts—
Parts lost and pieces found,
Missing fragments all around.
Torn earth and darkened sea,
Sing the sky’s ancient sound,
Pieces lost and parts now bound—
Bound together for one last brew,
Facing a coup that’s Fateless too,
A few good humans will have to do.
Cheers to the Cafe’s final cup,
A desperate cry to never give up—
Up and down, over and over again.
Heavy is the cost that’s yet unpaid,
Sliding back down the bed, he made.
Turn the key back to what was then,
And you’ll see, not if, but when—
When Nature bows to those reluctantly dead,
The key which winds will end up jammed.
Should a second chance be given to the damned,
Perhaps we’ll see it was in the end programmed: