From the palace yard
in the castle of air
a litany is rising
"Alfa and Omega - Alfa and Omega"
The ghost knight carries its messenger
who seeks to be at hand at once with -
And by hook or by crook
the fosse shapes that marsh of mirrors
where the world fashions its eternal grammar:
- What do you want?
- Why do you think I want anything?
- Everybody wants something from you.
Poetry by Telesforos
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Written on 2010-08-30 at 11:55
Tags World  Meaning  Mirage
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