Careful With That Axe, Pichu!
February 5th, 2008, 05:19 AM
A man in the maze, a roundabout vision,
in foretime we met as dim faith, in precision.
I had heard a death call, my name in the wood;
the song of a blackbird no traveler withstood.
He looked as to tears of tomorrow, temptations--
he led me to gaze at his hollow creations;
his cloud-cradled moon, requiems began
with laughter to curse upon age to the man.
The hermit seemed ailing and mournful, depressing.
Whoever should come across, mourning his blessing
had not halted journeys, together with pride,
and wed down to greed, aversion for bride.
Upon this I cried, the man looked with graces,
I smiled to his long dreams to faraway places;
my life’s light begone, a wise soul not taken
A grateful farewell, indulgence forsaken.
in foretime we met as dim faith, in precision.
I had heard a death call, my name in the wood;
the song of a blackbird no traveler withstood.
He looked as to tears of tomorrow, temptations--
he led me to gaze at his hollow creations;
his cloud-cradled moon, requiems began
with laughter to curse upon age to the man.
The hermit seemed ailing and mournful, depressing.
Whoever should come across, mourning his blessing
had not halted journeys, together with pride,
and wed down to greed, aversion for bride.
Upon this I cried, the man looked with graces,
I smiled to his long dreams to faraway places;
my life’s light begone, a wise soul not taken
A grateful farewell, indulgence forsaken.