Saturday, March 2, 2013

the old wizards

the old wizards have nothing more to do but gaze into the void until the void returns for a night’s sleep, there are more simple ways to live but none as beneficial for humanity at large, many stroke their beards, a flight through the air results from such wisdom and care that the hands do not pluck white hairs from among the black, so the day is passed and night ignites, the old grow young again and their cleopatras claim them for their own as though the bright wreckage of the world were not enough for anyone to die inside, simply another reason to live

(2 March 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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