James Murdock

Rookie (06/13/1986 / Dahlonega, GA)

Reversion - Poem by James Murdock

I shall not be the paralyzed

The sterile craft of fright

Shall the bulk of all antiquity 

Invade my wit's hindsight


As Nietzsche spoke, as Caesar turned

So all the pageant melds

So shall spin the helm of fate

By hands chaos once held


While Kant and I do mind the rose

Sir Francis mans the mast

That sudden, never ceasing voice

Speaks past does not mean passed -


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 2, 2013


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