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Apr. 29th, 2017 09:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Spiritassassin Week 2017, Prompt 3: Hurt/Comfort
( Also the poem in this is by e.e. Cummings, which, look, I know that Star Wars exists “a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away”, but my Cummings book was *right there* and I couldn’t be arsed to make up my own poem so. It is what it is.)
The temple does not fall all at once, though he thinks it would have been better that way, quicker, cleaner. No, it is a slow thing like water eating into the side of a cliff. Little by little the Imperials chip away at everything that they are, everything that they have, until the foundation is too spindly to support the weight, until it falls in on itself, top heavy and reeling. It does not end with a fire or an explosion. There is not a great battle waged between the Guardians and the Empire. It is a waning, as of a moon, until there is just a sliver left. It is easy to force a handful of the disenfranchised out. It is easy to make them give their ground, their livelihood, their world. It should not be, but it is. It is easier than Baze ever wants to admit because it is a shame heavier than everything else in the universe. He who is a mountain. He who is a pillar of faith onto himself. He should not have been moved.
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sarkastically:
Spiritassassin Week 2017, Prompt 3: Hurt/Comfort
( Also the poem in this is by e.e. Cummings, which, look, I know that Star Wars exists “a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away”, but my Cummings book was *right there* and I couldn’t be arsed to make up my own poem so. It is what it is.)
The temple does not fall all at once, though he thinks it would have been better that way, quicker, cleaner. No, it is a slow thing like water eating into the side of a cliff. Little by little the Imperials chip away at everything that they are, everything that they have, until the foundation is too spindly to support the weight, until it falls in on itself, top heavy and reeling. It does not end with a fire or an explosion. There is not a great battle waged between the Guardians and the Empire. It is a waning, as of a moon, until there is just a sliver left. It is easy to force a handful of the disenfranchised out. It is easy to make them give their ground, their livelihood, their world. It should not be, but it is. It is easier than Baze ever wants to admit because it is a shame heavier than everything else in the universe. He who is a mountain. He who is a pillar of faith onto himself. He should not have been moved.
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