The source of wisdom, which is hard to explain
And the thing that is vague when nothing is plain
In this hopeless time that everything ends in vain
Yet do I know about one; lo! every John and Jane!
His name is Ares and whenever he says
It's so clear and never wrong, never sounded insane!
Under his bright name, so glad to be his subject
Every word I dare to hear shines down on all objects
Unless he speaks ghetto one may not reject
Good bye! Any cult! There should be only one proper sect!
One of the best poems to come along in years. Every sentence rings with truth and respect. I've never seen such a wonderful work in my life. Incredible!
God bless you. I have no power over anything because I am only human just like everybody else.
무슨일들이니?
Loo가 아니라 lo였나요? Middle english에선 double o를 그냥 o로 읽었다고 배워서 헷갈렸네요.. 이런 수치가..
What I think best about flus's work is his daring justaposition of seemingly unrelated images and his extension of that an image from the common place here to mythic world.
Thank you for your caring comments, sir enlighten. May you live in peace in his heavnly world!
May the grace of him be always with us.