The FoolJul 10, 20201 min readCallCall to me and bleed,He who would forever lead,Dream of death so that one may live,And you will enjoy every last breath.
Call to me and bleed,He who would forever lead,Dream of death so that one may live,And you will enjoy every last breath.
When the Muses Leave...When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
Jingle of a Crooked Walking StickThe wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….