wait, of glory

easy i'm choked
by the portent
the fright

cede to the surgeon
cross the beam
in my eye

carry your burden
like an oxen
carries flies

take up his yoke
it is laden
with light

heavenly gates

pointed finger
nails
spears
pierce

the Penetrated

come
in,

He said I'll
give you shelter

in my side
splayed wide

of making many books

just another Philly mummer
daily getting dumber


King Thamus, to Theuth, on literacy:

"This discovery of yours will create forgetfulness in the learners' souls, because they will not use their memories; they will trust to the external written characters and not remember of themselves. The specific which you have discovered is an aid not to memory, but to reminiscence, and you give your disciples not truth, but only the semblance of truth; they will be hearers of many things and will have learned nothing; they will appear to be omniscient and will generally know nothing; they will be tiresome company, having the show of wisdom without the reality."

// Socrates, Phaedrus

languid days, so dull

but hey, look on the night side
the flask is half full