Thursday, February 8, 2024

Channeling Shelley

We all have good days and days we'd like a do-over. Days where everything we do just falls into place and days where we can't put a foot right for trying. 

Days where we feel like we're on top of the world and other days where we need to be reminded of our place in the world. 

Like this.

Ozymandias 

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

"I met a traveler from an antique land,

Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal, these words appear:

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

-bill kenny

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Just this. That's enough for today . -bill kenny