Tuesday, February 17th, 2009...7:07 pm
A poem I wrote
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.
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