The Juggernaut.
With a spark caught in the eye there is never room for doubt.
There was never any speculation in what was done in earnest.
Hastily or forbiddingly set aside for a latter date to be imposed.
An understanding of that which was placed before the tempest.
When they step forth laying hands of no healing upon its mass,
there is that sound reckoning rend within the foundry of might.
Even as the score was shaken under it withheld and prospered.
Nothing upon nothing reached the second multitudes hindsight.
Then it stood; threescore to the days of reverence of one mind.
Nonobservant multitudes grip for accountability laid asunder.
Age to age of little impatience was given and written to date.
Non heading were those at first until it was called down under.
As it was given for good measure, one portion at a time leaked.
Branches swayed in harmony for they knew the wind called.
The water stirred a bit and rippled for it also knew the score.
And time ran backwards as it was deemed forward to them all.
Set up from the start to bid and wish a mockery they made so.
The lame, blind, deaf in dealing, the sun rises to entice the eye.
Again and again the city comes closer, barring its doors to lend.
This tale is nothing to ears that never question a sound surprise.
A.o.R.
