This rival of
Mindspace,
Perception,
and Fate
drives the soul,
The Touch, irate.
this mortal web, of thought
spun from the breast.
its taint lay
within The Spider -therefor Its nest.
Lo!
deny the stream,
the current may...
deny the night, itself,
from day...
lest,
see you and I
as bodies away.
In this communion:
We, the I
and
I, the We.
Cast forth, countless solid eyes and see!
Send forth, endless earthen hands and touch!
In this encompassment:
We, the I
and
I, the We.
Wherefor is it then not
that he could see
the Knot within him
like
the plot within the
Story?
'The Story? '
The story he
himself
has placed...
Lots of knots unwoven best by blade...iip..you write very well if I may say..iip
lol well the story has to start somewhere and it is usually with a him, or I and I making we in poetic history, I love the knot within him line so much, we do these things without even knowing the plot but the key to finishing the story is never to lose the plot... Detective Inspect her Tai, smiling at you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a well written peice