They hatch cockatrice' eggs,
and weave the spider's web:
he that eateth of their eggs dieth,
and that which is crushed
breaketh out into a viper.
— Isaiah 59:5 (KJV)
Knotty truth to be firmly grasped sometimes
Calls on language Shakespearean, 1611
Sounds right when we utter syllables time-strained,
Reality caught
In the spaces of our cleverly woven
Linguistic web. The translators for good
King James saw words as more than handy software
Aptly to employ.
Even the best of intentions are too apt
To bite us in the ass like Cleopatra's
Asp which we think to crush in vitro under
Cobwebby boot heels
Not calculating additional adders
In the eggshell unleashed, wrapping and snapping
Consequential consequences intended
Never not at all.
Who ever thought that sowing such thoughts so small
Would amount to cloud seeding spiders and snakes?
Not me nor the people who raised me from dust
Knew what serpents eat.
7 comments:
This is a masterful piece, 'shroom.
I must re-read it a few times just to savor it.
Glad it's not fattening! It's so lean and spare as to leave one hungry for more. Well done.
Yes, I'll second Joan. This is just the sort of food I've been craving, though I am stuffed with all the earthy bread of well-intentioned and loving family.
Savory indeed, but I wouldn't say no to seconds ;)
You all are way too kind. Thank you.
... it could be raining
How Mush does it no one knows
'zif Poe haz wed the
thirteen petalled rose
I am continually inspired by my very talented friends.
Good call, John. "It could be worse" is only half a phrase.
That does have a nice ring to it, almost Tullian, though now Ian Anderson probably is Too Old to Rock 'n' Roll.
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