All moving in closer to the fires of Fair debris, once the substance of wonder, as the temperature headed down.
* * * * * * * * * *
"All moving in closer to the fires of Fair debris"
Literally getting closer to the fire made with debris pulled from the temporary buildings as the cold of winter began to press all around them. Metaphorically, moving closer via time to the moment the entire Fair structure is burnt to the ground in 1864.
"Fair debris, once the substance of wonder"
The essence of mortality. While we live, while we exist, we are both filled with wonder and exude wonder. Our mind is a miraculous wonder set for a short time in a temporary structure doomed to one day crumble into decomposing debris. As the temperature heads down. As the energy flows out of the system.
No comments:
Post a Comment