Yamaha

Yamaha. Copyright Merilee Mitchell

That which goeth up must come down,

Thus as the piston swings out,

Over the open road,

So too may it wither through the passage of time.

 

Then when the once-eternal flame falls to nothing,

As if by necessity,

All things are brought to silence

In the shiny heat of the midday sun,

For the wheels of the world have stopped turning.

 

© Sean Everett 2014

Photographed in the Mojave Desert, California

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Prince Of The Cracked Valley

Prints. Copyright Merilee Mitchell

I.

Look out and across,

At the kingdom of your father.

Come down from your chambers onto the broken earth,

Feel the parched breeze on your face,

Guide your subjects wisely,

Lead them into the light,

For the cracked valley will remain,

In this world and the next.

Whatever will be, will be.

II.

He went out,

Blinded and swaying,

Snaking his way across the realm,

His steps became laboured,

Breathing heavy, mind warped by the sun.

And there he fell to his knees and perished,

The last of his kind.

The cracked valley will remain,

In this world and the next.

Whatever will be will be.

III.

The wind licked up in gusts,

Failing to erase the past,

Speaking to those of a lost age:

Great prince,

Your reign consists of impressions now,

For the cracked valley will remain,

In this world and the next.

Whatever will be, will be.

 

©Sean Everett 2014

Photographed in the Mojave Desert, California

 

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