Passage from China

Nor did Zhanji knew from reading here,
At least in mountains thrown as clear
Come forth the wind to keep him still,
The glistening water ne brought ill,
How now his favoured eunuchs declare,
Far now are but miles left to dare,
These simple words they spoke so hollow,
Can only lead to death if not so sorrow,
Then turned to counsel these men he call,
‘Las that had no means to man recall,
For since young had from honour taken, Read More

Two Men

“Why?”

He poured another glass. It was only water. Somehow it seemed fair that both had an equal glass of which. Both times they drank and felt the ice touch their lips. With each shock of cold came a lipid flame that overcame their senses. The sun would shine, but not on them. It seemed like time stood still. As though the light suddenly bent through shadow and collapsed in an ethereal chamber that halt the glow of the stars between them. As soon as one spoke, the single noise would give shade to the forbidden. No more shall light cast these thoughts to burn. With every sip came a new thought. As though the water had something different in it. Nor diseased. Nor poison. Nor drug. Nor timid.

But more questions asked are less answers raised. For so bitter are the stares; a bitter tournament awaits. These men were hollow. They stared out through the light that permeated through window and concrete. This city they knew suddenly became the very silhouette of their unbecoming nature. Nor birds would fly without seeing them. In each gasp of air they breathed came new fulfillment sought. For both they and other men know their complex ways. To create is thus to destroy.

The very poison shall be this water: the one substance they drink with no taste, but to taste their inner selves. Though sweeter lips shall ripen its taste.

And the moon shall gush through solar wind and cast itself in Earth’s shadow. And he shall rise and cast himself to corner swept in little light he gazed. Their thoughts in lieu of past and hope fallen; no more is taught ere less is fought. In war and peace their actions known. In one side is war, another for peace. Another for ally; theirs the enemy of theirs.

Though suited both and booted, but barbarians would dress better. So fewer masks are crafted is less than they. And cards would play with joker raised. With each reverse their mask is shadow; nor Anonymous can credit their deceit with ill-got thought. Nor men of past shall be boys of future. Their offspring the sight of woe. Their posterity the appeal of ignorance. And their ancestors the apparel of loss.

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Ere the fly, ere the ant,
Ere the fox, ere the deer,
Ere the man, ere the son,
Ere the land, ere the sea,
Ere the west, ere the east,
Ere the sun, ere the moon,
Ere the stars, ere the void,
Ere the light, ere the dark. Read More

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Half his life he spent wondering in shadow,
For no few than years would fail to pass,
Bitter more nor sweeter less comes to know,
And he ne not knew the terror that he was,

Until he became man, and so became him,
Ere swept glory wept ere really born,
Shaken from brow down to lidless whim
Who called on night in bittersweet scorn:

Oh, Moon. Don’t let the moon die so soon,
An hour for night in a single second,
Is but mine earnest fault in lasting boon,
Whose wrongs I am are but rights ere reckoned.

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For I spent the first half my life in thought,
Ere I spend the second my life to live,
The actions I should have done twice in lieu,
Gave new reprise ere for twice more anew,
And had I not tread the path my God sent,
Nor am I here to tell your son this day,
Then I shall be shamed by Fate to doom hence,
Though no doom comes at here my bitter ways,
High grown but lowly worn this armour weighed
Nor my name in verdigris cast fire ways,
Here, and so hear thy known name called to task,
Becomes thy name to spell in utter task.

The Universe and He

Nor did he not sing from whence he were.
Nor did he climb so high to fall so well.
Nor did he walk through hills and cried.
Nor did he sign his heart to greater foe.
Nor did he look towards the Sun in awe.
Nor did he breathe the evening air so smooth.
Nor did he take himself to still and utter light.
Nor did he not pain himself to greater pleasure.
Nor did he write his purpose etched on heart.
Nor did he seal his bonds to the stars at night.
Nor did he say never shall he try again.

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