When I find myself at war

When I find myself at war
With the fantastic, I wonder:
    Why?

    And why not?
        Turn and tilt towards the
        Real, and a swish! a slash!
        A fall of arms terrible and old.

                        Behold:
            I have steadied the sail of the
            Big grey mill—tall against the wind
            Now, is the manifestation of my bold green cloak.

Dale Chou
2012-08-29