Thoughts separated out from the thinker Wisdom culled from the ages A reference to a reference Who said it first, me or you? And who said what to whom? Who got the copy right or wrong?
Ulysses screamed with rapturous joy and then collapsed into unconsciousness. We cut him down from the mast which broke in the effort of our tired out and unwieldy labours.
Where chance is meet by fate causing shattering of illusion The transforming shadows of the will To form which then takes flight In the darkest hour of night
Come into the parlour said the spider to the fly be there devoured, the puzzle lies their in A consummate dance of death frailty and the stab of venomous jaws And then no more
