What would I do without a mind?
What would I do without a society to shape that mind?
To influence it?
To taint it?
To glorify it?
What would I do without the memories of such glory and such tache?
An orphan on a deserted island, with nothing from the outside world, save the produce of Nature which surrounds me.
I suppose I would be free....
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Sonnet - 9 An Angel Asleep
Her silent head pressed 'twixt cotton and time Lips, speaking her dream, with slightest parting. Hope that flutter hearken not the waking clime For her sleep soothes the vile day's grating.