*
escape the trenches of Sycily…
by the Thorn and Sound,
silently wiggling -
this is a Monsters ball,
creed of a Madman,
mad as a Hatter,
to the Hull and Platter,
seasons change,
water lilies by the stream
somewhere near,
… and who could deny your return,
home of a wild and mezzanine,
the Byzantium of your time.
**
Why wait and wither…,
while the going gets tough,
who?! - bereft the winch
would then sound the alarm (forlorn),
Love like a muddied water -
a brown god (or goddess),
***
to the wreckage, my brother,
death is just another path we must take,
and to conquer its domain,
sooner not later…,
its Zombies paradise, a park…,
a walk through the meadow,
another silent stream of a yellow river,
beat the Lonely Drum,
of lifes imperviousness
and the other one (in quiet thought),
Remembrance…
****
we would be green…,
and beyond green,
to touch the Unforeseen,
as All has touched you,
not with compulsions
or wrinkled teeth…,
bouncing against one another,
like William against Blake,
to the throneroom!…, -
Whats he mean by that?
No idea (worth it),
*****
and with that my dear gents,
…, and ladies of the night,
we part ways…,
Light turns to Day,
and creation is just another,
of Frosts roads,
by the sailing of the seas
(Liquid Landmasses)
Andromeda and Aphrodite,
I am Cetus, or maybe Perseus,
(who would know),
violently I boast with my magic
and swords…,
until you arrive -
my son,
until you arrive.
“Until you arrive - “ is a fragment of a story told by the Golden Lion to the Sea turtle while visiting the Great Halls of Infini.
It recounts the remnants of the Old World and the destruction of Time.
Told by an unknown author who might as well could be the Creator itself, hence the subtle hints of different myths and poets of those times and the Knowing.
More about that in the future and Chronicles of the Unadulterated.
