October 6, 2003


  • evade the essence of vain longing
    capture not her bounty’s flag
    though winging night impairs her vision
    howlies yet pursue the trail


    evanescant as the moonlight
    should you touch her fleeting soul
    bow before her as your master
    if in your suit you would prevail


    beware the ides of mars…

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