In Consort

I seek solitude
in that part of mind in consort
with the ancient gods.

We whisper great truths
and often chuckle at the simplicity
of man’s complex thoughts
and of the complexity
of the simple word.

It all must do
with the feelings of the times.
For in ours, when our time was,
we laughed and imbibed
and made babies like ourselves.

Yes, we know
this has not changed,
but the difference always is
the character of the peoples.
It seems that once we were
and knew for all time
we would always Be.

But now man works and plays
and does not know
there will be other worlds and times
and as many chances as he needs
to make amends to get it right.

Without the toys.
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