The Rememberings

With all the power that you gave,
You wonder what is left to save?

You gave your power for a song.
What’s left looks dark and deep and long.

Your gods are gone to the unknown.
You are in pain and all alone.

There is no judge and no condemned.
No law to force this trauma’s end,

But to find the good of you,
And me, and them, and others too.

You sat back during the fight.
Lived upon its fruits alright.

Stayed below, behind, away.
Now it seems you are the fray.

Where ideas are taking form.
To stifle it is not the norm.

It is on you to bring it fore,
To keep its space, to implore.

To exercise its will to be,
To let it loose right now, you see.

Let it unfold, if you will,
To stand tall and calm and still.

To be the rule of your domain.
That is all you must obtain.

Not uber-men, but uber-man.
Command your goods, understand?

Keep your peace and live in mirth,
From now until you leave this earth.

This darkness where your light will shine.
The ends and means at once align.