Isnin, 4 Julai 2011

In the Hands of the Anemoi

Blowing East and then blowing West, with rage and then a soft caress;.
mocking, absent, in jibe or jest, deceive then callously confess.
Adrift without, and with distressed, consigned we only acquiesce
to drown or thirst in this, our test; the winds blow not to curse or bless.

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Amamankhet berkata...

Wow. How the fuck can something feel both prescient and late at the same time? I'd laugh, but I can't fill my lungs.