Last Sunset

Walton S. Tissot
In a dream I've seen
Rule of law
The golden mean
All of living
In truth
Obscene

Selections not elections
The streets paved
Over native maize
Oil spilled - prime time
A medicated haze
And if you were a clone
You wouldn't know it

For to know from -
That is;
Not to remove
Ones self
From the world
But from the ignorance

Civilization; that grand scheme
Has failed
The old fabric stable
Patch worked
The measure of all things
Back to start

One more again; another that is
For it is so given, then reserved
Then parody and license
The human habit - base nature
Until an end and then
Back to start

In my dream
And upon the rocks;
The shore
I stand
And knowing
The world of man
Had survived

Only then
To start again
For sure
And assuring
As always been

But ever in the again
Fraught with the fears
Am I and dreaming

As the sun sets

Published by Walton S. Tissot

~ Walton S. Tissot is a pseudonym of William S. Tribell - *{PLEASE FEEL FREE: Anyone who enjoys the work, to Tweet, Dig, Blog, Tell a friend or anyway otherwise share and or promote it.}* - Born in America,...  View profile

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  • Nita Mukherjee3/22/2011

    Very well written!

  • rama devi nina12/5/2010

    Deeply reflective and great the second time, too. :) Hope you post more poetry soon.

  • Jolynne M Hudnell11/6/2010

    I thought I had already commented on this. I really like how each person can see this differently. I see exasperation with humans, how it seems we never learn. Although the mistakes made vary over time, they are still the same mistakes based on selfishness and greed. However, there is a touch of hope here and there, as many of us continue to have. Awesome poem.

  • Dan Reveal9/7/2010

    Terrific!!

  • SFaloon8/31/2010

    Excellent.

  • Tina Twito8/28/2010

    Sorry I've been away so long. This is an incredible piece. I love how you end it.

  • Dan Reveal8/27/2010

    You write with both intelligence and elegance. Wonderful!!

  • Devrie Wise8/23/2010

    You know, it's interesting, the concept that to remove oneself from ignorance would be so difficult. I like the idea of "starting again," and of native maize under paved streets, because that's how difficult it is to remove one's self from ignorance. Lovely piece.

  • Sherri Granato8/21/2010

    Deep, passionate, articulate and very cool. : )

  • Becca Greiner8/15/2010

    Thought-provoking

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