The Albatross guided me to its perch, fettered among the old bones of its companions ...
Feral dogs roamed ...
And I the Warrior uprose, unafraid:
For who should smite an open heart?
Look courageous and unafraid, I was advised by The Most Wise:
Stand firm upon thy oaken chest
And warn the World of its wounds:
Yet fragile as I was I could not take the stand,
And I threw down my anvilled pen,
To roam amidst the temples of the Forest;
And a Hermit approached me:
Drink of my elixir, O Fair One, he counselled, and let not the Iron Dragon block thy Way; for the Way is clear ...
And yet still did I feel afraid ...
Renounce thy fears, O Bloody One!
Bleated the little lamb which then appeared. Learn from my meekness! Arise, let thyself be shorn!
Yet I found its bleatings to be futile,
And I saw it stretched and slain ... and so like Solomon I warned my brothers not to partake of the Feast, for it was poison ...
Then did I ascend the Sacred Mountain, voluptuous in its Entirety, and make a Fire;
Entrenched in Stones ...
Agave nectar descended from my breasts and lit the stones, until they smoked pleasantly ...
And I was fertile in my domicile ...
It was then that I realized that Freshness is the antidote to Wisdom;
The Babe nurses the Man.
And He that would live
Must kill the Truth
watercolor and india ink on paper, 12"x16"
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