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The Madman, "Yes, three days, three centuries, three aeons. Strange they would always weigh and measure. It is always a sundial and a pair of scales."

Friday, December 31, 2010


As my willing head hits the hypnogogic pillow
I know it’s time for the barely visible Time
To roll its wonderland-vision reel.

Floating on sweet streams of salty water
That nourishes his roots,
He narrows his eyes like a greedy hawk
And takes off to the sky
To make sport of fire.

A dream that feeds reality
Day after day,
Night after night,
Breath after breath;
A dream I was born with;
A dream to die for;
To go the farthest;
To go closest to the farthest point;
To make Speed stand still
And applaud;
To rain fire against fire,
Without remorse, without hatred,
Only reason and pride;
To weave a warm blanket
Of safe afterglow;
To be greeted by joyful claps and awed eyes,
Proud embraces and nostalgic meals;
To fly;
To fight;
A dream
To be an Air-Warrior.