Tuesday, February 17th, 2009...7:07 pm

A poem I wrote

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Fleet­ing wishes on this blest anniversary,
pop­u­late the bar­ri­cades of your vis­age tome;
Syn­tax and short­en­ings tor­ture this simple wretch.

What made him cross bor­ders, con­tin­ents, wind and seas?
Was it all for waste or chaste, the spirit that he chas’d?
From the land of tup­pence to the Ori­ent gates,
did the wind­ing Silk road embolden frail ego?

… Read MoreVer­ily! cries this echo.
Puerile exter­i­ors mask a wise pneumic self.
Levi by another name, this winged saint shall soar.
’nother rev’lution, yet Sol barely notices,
the world will know this man, his time has barely come.

Spider-Man 2

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