Sunday, May 20, 2018

10,834. LORETTO

LORETTO
The saber is unmasked, seen sheen
as white metal unsheathed. Here,
hold this something for me. Let 
the prayers to this Goddess fly up
and be heard. The metallic Heavens
above shall bring us answers. 
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On the mountainsides, there is
still a Revolution. Call it murder, 
call it making right. What you
will, is what you will have. The
consort with his steed brings back,
like a mere messenger, what words
he will. We need not listen now.
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It is only figurative, to atone.
It is a feeble essence, an idea to 
make amends, and the wise learn
quickly how to do it. Or die. Out
on these country plots, territories
change often. Be careful with
whom you ally.


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