I have floated along with the frivolous fae, Without the burden of worry or pain; I dragged myself across the salt of Yakator, O'er calcic dunes from here to yore; Crossed I have the sludges under our brains, Grey-purple mud laden with arteries and veins; I have waltzed through our veil of perception, Embracing cold nearness of the eleventh dimension; I look back at my journeys in hope of something won, And turn to you to ask, "What have you done?"
Wayward Judge · Tue Jul 05, 2011 @ 09:06am · 0 Comments |