Angelic antiphons rebound
From the coliseum walls
Echoing chords of delicacy and delight
Dying in the wind only to be reborn
With every progressive step
Brass gleams in the sun of noon
This is our moment
And the pride of our power
Bursts in color and music
Shape and sound
Flags and drums
Controlled fury
Exquisitely shaped restraint
Perfect precision
Creation in motion
This is our moment
To shine and shimmer
To blare and blaze
To awe and arrive
We will prevail
And vanquish
Our own lack of discipline
And we will be
Victorious
Expressions of Poetry
- Thomas Horton
- Fragile memories remain tucked away in the crannies and crevices of my grey matter. These are the shards of moments real and imagined, and they must be handled with care.
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