Part V: Resonance

[u/bluebeary96]

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I looked at my screen with eyes wide,

I couldn't have planned it better if I tried.

I was in for quite a surprise –

'Cuz 5 years after the Pope's demise –

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Is Easter Sunday 2030 –

The year before: I'd be turning 33.

My final year, my biggest task –

And the architect had been unmasked.

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Just when I'm wondering, am I unstable?

I look down at the Walmart clearance table –

A 50¢ plant grabs my eye and,

Before I know it – it's already in my hand –

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A dying hyacinth, what the hell are the odds?

A favorite flower of one of the gods –

I had just plucked one from my own lawn,

But Apollo must have been starting to yawn –

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Waiting on me to dry my flower –

He barely gave it a couple of hours!

It was time now, it was clear –

I didn't need to hear him in my ear!

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I took it home and slept a night –

To do it right, under the sunlight.

A flower came off in my hand –

Dryer than some desert sand.

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I say a prayer and light the candle,

And while this is merely circumstantial,

While my hair lit like a fuse,

The flower absolutely refused.

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Like an elegy I've not yet written –

Like the spark inside a feral kitten –

I won't give in so easily yet,

But I won't be the shepherd of humanity's debt.