Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

I know Time now

It's a joke, I tell myself
And sometimes
I'm let in on it.
Or so I tell myself.

I saw a picture
It was my brain
Slices and the Doctors
He said, "Wow!"

People ask nonstop
Questions that
In honesty
Create lies and whys

If I give up fighting
Against the base
And mundane
Will I win?

Is that the Joke?
Should I play?
I know time now
My hair is grey.
Published by G. Etranger at 4:37 PM

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