Friday, February 03, 2006

33. "Swain on a Black Sea"

Aleatory & oneiric Muse,
you are the lostness born without a maze.

In you the Black Star finds some kind of glum
transcendence; it kills each rancid gleam

of the real world. Go, since Death is overthrown
among us; stay, since Reason cheats its thegn.


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