The Pathetic Fallacy is almost unavoidable
How can we not project ourselves onto the rocky world?
And then again, how we long for the obverse
The straitening of our jazzy life
By cool, insensate stone.
I'm sure the Pharaohs understood
That petrified, they'd never die.
Gothic thunder rolls around the block
And waits, prepared to mock.
1/10/19
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