Rome Is Burning

You've been dreaming

for a while now,

but it's time to

wake up.

No one needs to

hold your hand;

we're no longer

babes.

We are the future,

and it's time to

stand for something,

or else fall for anything.

Embrace your amazons,

your diverse brothers

and the horses with

no names,

for we all come

into occurrence from

stillness, and we

all go back to stillness

from occurrence.

And what occurs then?

Dust, my friend.

And from that dust

a blade of grass.

So yes, Rome is

aflame, and it is

time to be roused

from our hobbit holes.

Many things may

change; much will

burn to the ground,

but we need not

burn like rooted trees.