A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Sagacity
I walk in ecstasy,
A slender performer on the surface of the morning mist
Keep the rhythm high in your own heart
Keep the motion consistent, for the
Only law is the law of the jungle
The only metronome is the body
And if that falls into chaos there is no recovery
Beyond hope there is hunger
Beyond time there is impatience
And these three remain:
The stomach, the eyes and the tongue
A beast that knows no control and no
Path to redemption
-This and this alone do I cleave to: a splintered log torn from a solitary vessel, bound for the open sea.
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