Journey Man

Eclipsin' the sun, with the moon blue,
Traipsin' off the path beaten, true,
He's got the world in an empty can,
Sadly nowhere is the Journey Man.

Son of none, of daughters unsure,
He's the disease to his own cure,
Consilience with many a spirited clan,
Sadly farsighted is the Journey Man.

Oh, he be recallin' those dark days,
Spent in a maze of evanescent haze,
Lone the sigh, in his hand a trepan,
Sadly passionate is the Journey Man.

Call forth his sun, a black star,
His wyrd shall his radiance mar,
Life sacrificed for Destiny's plan,
Sadly condemned is the Journey Man.

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poem by Lucius Sulla
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Inkling

Tell me, o dilettantes,

And august savants,

Of your natural urge,

And not so this purge

Which in itself, after all

Hides thy vanity, a pall

Writing, believing that on the looms of time,

You will cogitate beyond this mortal crime.

Wherefore thou discerns progress,

From sage duress to wickedness.

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poem by Lucius Sulla
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