Poetry

The Movers and the Moved

Consummation of the highest order
Binging, now the expectation
Savoring the work of other hands
Daring now to make demands
 
The ancient chain lies muted, still
Some arise to sow and till
While others reap the harvest
Some expose creative light
While others flee the darkness
 
Conceptual beauties stand in defiance
Against the snare of ease, reliance
Ever-raging is that eternal feud
Between the movers and the moved

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