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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."

Monday, July 9, 2012


Thoughts of winter evenings,
Of foggy sighs rising up from the shadows
And bitter floors that bite cold feet
Snuggle their way in and remind me
That soon
It will be just as cold outside
as it is within.


If only they had been
Where I have spent
The darkest days of my golden age
They’d understand why
I chose to ride the rude waves
That take me through caves
Of unending chafing
Rather than holding the silken thread
And following its fairy trail
As it would lead me unlost
Through the cosmic maze…