I am looking for Leonidas.
As this sun sets, one who can
light the torch, so that something,
anything, might remain.
We cannot afford this tyranny
a cyclical God intent on deconstruction
and the death of gentle hearts
They say civilization is built
upon a foundation of lies,
necessary lies.
Civility it is called
a state which more ardent minds
cannot abide.
But freedom is a fiction
concrete only as an ideal
held by many.
Just such a necessary lie.
There are forces in this world
beyond the grasp of science,
the power of a notion being one.
But never forget
this all, everything
has happened before.
The power of a word
notion or ideal
only lives in the living.
Nowhere, today, is Hibernia,
the far shores that can protect
the memory of dream.
So I am looking for Leonidas
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