Being

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Rags. Hundreds of rags.
Hanging limp and lifeless
In the light wind
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In the weighted
Moisture-laden
Early morning air
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Cloths of former
Substance and meaning
In shredded tatters
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Things called flags
Of Countries, of Nations
Of obsolete notions
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Remnants of separation
Of a time forgotten
A world we left behind
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And who are WE?
We are the awakened
A new world awakes with us
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Though still sick
And beside themselves
With grief and guilt
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Some remain asleep
In their thoughts of
Remorseful, grey skies
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The massing storm clouds
Rife with cataclysmic energy
Not seen since the Alpha
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The chain reaction begun
Brings tumultuous release
Each will feel in time
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Running its fierce course
Unerringly and inevitably
Washing over many of us
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Like Himalayan termites
Found buried beneath the
Snows of an avalanche
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Only, this is a cosmic
Landslide, the apocalyptic
Great flood of our age
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It is a...pause
An intended glitch
A hiccough of sorts
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Reflecting the perfection
And intelligence of chaos
Few of us may ever know
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Infinity loops of memories in the
Divine plan of death and rebirth
Of shrinking and expanding space
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The creeping and impending doom
(And I mean that in a good way!)
Of intertwined, limitless fates
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Our reality, our consciousness
A three dimensional day-dream
In one blink of God's eye
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The truth of our being
Is known only when we have
Gone beyond simply being
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Daniel James Hennell, 2007
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As are most of my favorite band's songs, these Rush lyrics were written by wordsmith/percussionist Neil Peart and has themes similar to the above poem.
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"Territories" by Rush
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I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth
Like the Chinese call the country of their birth
We all figure that our homes are set above
Other people than the ones we know and love
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In every place with a name
They play the same territorial game
Hiding behind the lines
Sending up warning signs
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The whole wide world
An endless universe
Yet we keep looking through
The eyeglass in reverse
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Don't feed the people
But we feed the machines
Can't really feel
What international means
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In different circles, we keep holding our ground
In different circles, we keep spinning round and round
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We see so many tribes overrun and undermined
While their invaders dream of lands they've left behind
Better people...better food...and better beer...
Why move around the world when Eden was so near?
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The bosses get talking so tough
And if that wasn't evil enough
We get the drunken and passionate pride
Of the citizens along for the ride
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They shoot without shame
In the name of a piece of dirt
For a change of accent
Or the color of your shirt
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Better the pride that resides
In a citizen of the world
Than the pride that divides
When a colorful rag is unfurled