In the dim dusk of evening,
an ancient travel loosens a heavy load.
slumping on an a corner stool,
"Tis a short trip,
but a long journey twill be…
tis filled with unexpected dangers, detours
delicious, fruitful singular successes…"
"Beware the dangers and detours
that far outweigh the singular delicious successes…."
Quietly, the aged one relaxes,
Gazes directly through the crowd gathered around..
Singularly, they pressed for this journey,
What tis it
Where goeth it,
Whom will be departing…….
Majestically, lifting the regal head,
Eyes burning as brimstone…..
"Those of ye not knowth the way will falter,
be blameless as guilt, beguiling the warrior…
enmass will stand in delicious success,
alone, the beguiled
will be punished for bethroled iniquities…"
"Majestically, the warrior will arise as the Phoenix,
Free as the Zephyr,
Radiating as the new Pegasus…
Thus alone, the warrior is eternal,
As enmass are finite…"
"Thus the warrior is the journey,
becoming in the becoming….."
Enmass pondered the paradox…..
Pursuing, enmass sought the delicious success,
but to naught,
the aged traveler was no more…
Were the eyes merely glancing
Of intended sweeten vanities,
Flagrantly blooming in the moment….
Woe to the dangers and detours
The Exchanger yet to pass..
Who will take the journey…
March 2000, "S.T." Interview sections you may visit (click)
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