The Purple Brick Road

Living in the aftermath of Oz

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Stonehenge


We used to be holy

holding hands at the Heel Stone

as the sun rose on summer solstice


a silhouette of stability


Today we are pagan

with primitive pursuits like

mimicking old magic of our first May


a mirage of a megalith


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