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    A sestina by robert earl price

    Marching in caps and gowns marking the players as sage
    Guardians of lore and legend dancing on the stage
    Hailing the new grandmaster chosen to write this page
    Charting the course through culture’s ever-shifting rage
    The seasoned scholar elected to unravel tradition’s cage
    Reciting ceremonial vows to welcome the unfolding age

    We search for signs that will name this age
    And stamp this conductor as a worthy sage
    Entrusted with the keys to this ever morphing cage
    Where burnished bars cast shadows upon the stage
    As theory and dream present the drama of education’s rage
    Freeing canonized doctrine from the yellowed page

    Tradition and reason grappling on the page
    Molding a myth for the forthcoming age
    Ridding us of limits imposed by last century’s rage
    Today we spice old chestnuts with freshly ground sage
    Stirring a cauldron of learning bubbling on the stage
    Smudging ivied walls, transforming the cage

    Wrapping seasoned scholars in an evolving cage
    Where the jaded eyes of history redact every page
    Today we add a link to the story told on stage
    Choreographing polished steps for the dawning age
    Playing new songs deciphered by the chosen sage
    Together we board a raft of reason to ride the rapid’s rage

    Avoiding white waters of tightly bridled rage
    Steering good intentions around the confining cage
    Conducting a symphonic overture for the next movement of Sage
    Another name to be inscribed upon the page
    Bring a rhythmic tempo for a kaleidoscopic age
    As antiquity’s musings fret upon the stage

    Singing arias of new aims voiced from center stage
    Tatting the shimmering veil tween placid past and simmering rage
    We fan the embers to fuel a flaming age
    Ablaze with possibilities that inflate the billowing cage
    Where stippled light splashes the gilded page
    With huzzahs hailing the ascending mission of Sage

    Today we move into an emerging age and shed the familiar cage
    Imagination rampant on the stage, etching every page
    With runes of ritual rage perfumed with the subtle scent of sage