Biosphere 1.0x (Reservat)
And when old age took me in its hold
all words that once from the stores of hidden lore
and maddening tomes rose as flames so bold
and tender, fell and fell. before
all seemed lost I came to them once more
and probed for their soothing tones
and yet these learned shackles at last I cast off
- since when the cosmos' aches haunt my bones, my bones...
The Apocryphal Canto, lines xii-xix.
posted by Geist @ 4:04 pm
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