Mad Blake, and Borges blind
Saw you pass, burning, in darkness of the mind.
They named you Terror. They named you Mystery.
It's flames make shadows dark, beneath the trees.
Where should we turn for golden inspiration?
Did he who slew the Lamb slay thee?
Sunday, January 22, 2006
The Last Tiger
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