Pair o' ducks

The pair o' ducks exists but is always different.
For they stream together silent,
The shores are somewhere sure.

Each man alone can fly,
But even the winds wind on,
And when wings take flight they launching fold and flap.

Or is it flap and fold, never taking flight?
The spirit mends a way: sometimes straight through silence,
& chaotic shadows realized always with a sigh.

The tallest tower depends on where it ever stood.
If it crumbles without a duck,
Perhaps it falls on no other land.

The shadows create their currents; the moment lost dies,
No longer uncertain, time continues on,
As each season turns, still this constant song:

“The chaos of all shadows hurt,
Even though they’re still,
& after such long searching,
I’ve learned all misdirection will.

Whole planets rotate on while confused cities question why,
But men alone must conquer with a will to apply.
To fly through the sunset, & beat their nights' dark current,
The firelight exists, & burns through the moment.

The lantern light continues on,
Again it’s glowing on:
Forevermore,’ to half the ducks
And to some, ‘The broken wings must fly.’

A duck obscures the forest, moments passed past days,
But certain trees of old no longer hold their sways.
A gully goes away, a stream dreamed on a ditch,
But now a drum without a drummer?

And for me, some ducks remain mysterious. The Universe holds again.
And we are just temporal floating through every day.
I’m finding through a known lost-light every shadow’s death,
Searching through this beating heart for the end of chaos’ silent breath.”