In the half-lit twistings, turnings… Stink of bull shit… Heaven’s burnings in the gut, the very soul… What is this, that you are seeking, Hero, here among the reeking passages that twist around, and lead you into cul-de-sacs, hemmed in by walls marked with the axe, double-headed and two-faced…? Once upon a time you raced– in sunlight gleaming off the sea you sweated in your lissome grace, by the age-twisted cypress tree, stood tall …
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Mystic Whispers: On the Half Shell
Out of the sea on rising foamVenus emerges,makes herself at home, and the Gods all pause a moment to lookand admire and plan…and their canny brains cook… The Goddesses, too– they look and they seea sister to themand a rival-to-be… For the proper attentions, there must always be,to Wisdom, and to Fidelity. And Discord smiles to …
Mystic Whispers: Medusa
O maid, you once were lovely,full of grace, and named for Wisdom in eternal female form–Metis, Maat, Medha the names you bore… But the passing generations, reshaping and restructuring the norm,made you over as a thing to fear,no longer Maid, but monstrous with a deadly, stony gaze; Men made you cruel and coldand perilous to life in latter days,forgetting …
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