Fateful Teacher Poem by Joseph Walden
Fateful Teacher
Bitten by a skillful demon,
one of hell or thy own dark side,
upon the sands of desert,
upon the sands of time.
Who is the trickster?
who is the unbroken?
'Well, I am, I am time.'
'Don't forget,
I am not a straight line.'
'In fact, the universe is mine.
Existence revolves around the constructs of my mind.'
Well, beyond I must go,
flowering the love of roses,
a prick to remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/10/2024 12:46:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
