In the dawn,

cursed with knowledge from all ages,

an abandoned prodigy,

lectures naked in a sweet garden,

speaking parables of philosophy,

near a luscious, gigantic sea

 

Sit beside a mad show

worship vision music’s whisper of smoke

beneath a horrible, defunct education.

Read through the brain mess,

while Professor and Mother Goddess

fight over wind. Understand tongue play

to appreciate meaning, almost.

 

Manipulate weak-talk to produce honey.

Sleep on fluff in a misty forest sky.

Dance drunk in dreams’ lather.

Inhale philosophy then incubate.

 

Learn to write of power, blood

weeping in eternal night. Trudge

through death’s library

endless tomes of parchment in earth,

the Tree Ent’s cemetery.

 

Lick bitter shadows that scream in unlit corners

while studying “The Ideology of All Things End.”

Read letters to the last words between,

Life and Death as they part, from an illicit union.

Then read the riddle

smashed on the rocks at land’s end.

 

Cursed with knowledge from all ages,

an abandoned prodigy,

lectures naked in a sweet garden,

speaking parables of philosophy,

near a luscious, gigantic sea.

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