I am the boy who is banned from the the girl who wants to learn about Christian religious classes,
although neither of us were actually there at the crucifixion.
though she claimed she was, and perhaps she was there in spirit,
if such took place in the train square station.
even then all the windows were open, if transfixed by light coming down from above.
even then her eyes were transfixed on heaven catching what she said was a forbidden rocking chair,
and other things more arcane which could only be described,
by words that have no meaning in this world.
I and the boy who is banned from the girl watching love in the squares.
she wanted so bad to trd on that meaning,
and gather the stars of the sky, each one joined to the next.
she imagined that she was sweating the individual Street vendors,
and the voices of beggars which she heard in her imagination.
bus crucifying the crucified who is known as Jesus,
though that is really his name, but a sign of the choosing of another generation.
she bands from saying no, even as she says yes, please, yes.
Shaimaa El-Sabbagh has left at least these words,
even as Maged Zaher transcribed them to M Lynx Qualey.
I wish you well, even though I did not actually meet you in the flesh.
Gilgamesh was Bilgamesh if you read it correctly.
and since it is the oldest name we know,
because it comes from a real person,
we should be precise, and concise, and absurd
with this fact, because it's the only one we know.
Enmebaresi was a brother King probably in the 26 century before Christ,
who was another person who probably existed,
but we are not sure.
Dingir was placed before his name, as if he was a God,
though new evidence exists for a cult, at least in his lifetime.
he was born, he died, and in 1872 was born again,
though this time as Izdubar, because of the spelling of his name,
think on what had to happen to read Bilgamesh in that way.
and then you realize that your predecessors had done this.
even an absurdity is a small aspect of this.
man then God than man again, all because of writing in sand.
चार्वाक Sidhu, word that comes to us as Indus river,
by way of Sanskrit through Persian, and that is only half
of the story, more than half, and less than half.
the germ into Hindu was then a geographic term,
for the people who lived beyond the River.
not for the river itself, more's the pity, and then some.
dhahma it wants called when set against Islam
by poets you would not have heard of,
and even the words have been lost.
though it claims to the very substance o hindu
to its last breath and more so than that,
I use that term lightly and freely, because I heard once
a long time ago and far away
the mist the toil and torment of words
that fell on Christmas day, which only I remember.
which was hard the great world with rhythm
which all systems of Hindu philosophy
accept as being universally true in its hetrogeny. प्रमाण
Bled body of stones, littered in cones
and shards on a blasted heath,
one made of pines were that oncew were
fur of the earth,
but burned bare of all their needles.
A man, his
shoulders as far across as many horses are broad,
sat on his haunches
and rubbed the soil together in his hands.
He looked up at his
taller, thinner, companion,
one of drawn face and black locks above
I have seen this before.
A blast like this,
I would have
thought you would have long ago regaled me with the tales
The taller man looked into the distance,
survey the row of low,
worn, mountains that formed a bowl around the
valley they were in.
He stared down towards a lake, filled with black
and laced with bare rocks that formed small islands.
he held up round,
almost pebble shaped, bits of soil
is what happens to dirt in the
jungles when it is exposed to the sun.
This drew a glance down
from the tall, pale, figure.
It means there was a great piercing
heat. But here, not so great as a volcano.
If it is the heat of a volcano,
where is the volcano? I see no sign of it.
It was something else.
Fell, Fair, or Folk? Fell fire would have the black
Fairie? No cold fire touched this, because
there are no pits in the rocks.
Your knowledge is exquisite,
That leaves some natural beast,
I know of none but Man
that has this, and then only with High Magic.
The heavier man stood up,
his red teak
colored features were broad
and round, but his expression pinched
them to a scowl.
Not a beast of any kind. As for
magicks, I would defer to a wiser one.
You know I have none of the
and only some of the craft.
This is beyond anything I have
They saddled me with a city child
to go out into the wilderness.
The court must always have someone
on such errands, and I am the one who was,
agreement, most useless.
No men needing my arms, no lady wanting them
His heavier companion began scanning
This is devastation out of story.
They both looked, and the sheer scop
of what happened began to sink into their minds.
They stood on the
high crest of a ridge, and looked down
upon a valley that, at its
center, had a placid, but dark,
body of water, into whose edges
seeped slow broad streams.
Spread across the expanse were ruined
spruce, pine, hemlock –
all of which had been denuded
of bark and folage,
but almost all were still standing.
With all of
the ash, silt, and soil,
what was missing were any signs of corpses:
no bones, bodies, fur, feathers of any living thing.
The heavy set man fingered one of the
many necklaces he work,
each made of bronze, iron, or some other
showing the hammering into shape,
none were cast, all
Some were of grotesque human figures,
but of a highly abstract nature, with angles and corners,
lacking curves except for the heads, and some were entirely
No individual amulet was all that large,
most were only
somewhat larger than charms, but there were more than a dozen. Thongs
of leather tied them, and, in places, wrapped them,
so that they
would not rattle.
In the Third Chronicle, from the
time of Priathanian's stewardship
of the Mountain Temple, they quote
the steles on which were carved the some accounts
The Tiger King,
that are not set into his hymns,
but were accounted as being of