
We give a nod to Cesar Augustus on the last day of this month–and its namesake.
Augustus was not loud, but he did leave a legacy–the Pax Romana, an edict that set up Rome’s structure, then carved it in stone.
So it is that he takes us midway–having built, yet left stones for others to forge.
Forever a part of history.
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I walk a road not trodden before
One paved by Senators–
By the blood of brothers.
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The flags droop,
From horses pierced
The eagle’s wings, now unfurled—
Without soaring.
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The land is quiet–
Seems like peace,
But voices mourn,
Silenced
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The republic behind,
The Empire unseen
I merge them both–
Biworldly bridge,
With blood-soaked knife.
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I am mid-way
Rome on my back
Walking it to the unknown
A promise–
Brief.
Vague.
Forever.
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