in the dim temple, candlelight flickers, and bronze moves
Candle Flicker [Haiku]
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Society is a wave. The wave moves onward, but the water of which it is composed does not.
Ralph waldo emerson, Self-reliance
Is there any angst that we will tumble off a cliff that we should have railed off long ago? -- Nuclear War -- I fear that wave has rolled onward, and we have lost that angst. Do we not fear: blast wave disintegration? fire that turns wet things -- such as ourselves -- into instant ash? clumps of hair in the hands of the neutron-cooked? If we've forgotten to fear such things, we are surely doomed.
The Ghetto, and Other Poems: An Annotated Edition by Lola Ridge
city lights
cast a many-colored glow
between dark spaces

a thick cloud
parks in front of the sun,
and says, “Not today!”