Decrypt, if you can, the fire from the water's hand;
When you have done so come and find me out on dry land,
That I too may share in the toils of your labor,
And drink my fill of the wine you did ferment. Orr
Is a precious thing, and I doubt you'll find it here
Amongst the petty lines, these springs of ink that run
With a sort of wobble to their gait, are outdone
By the powerful technological wizzard;
It 'would be like searching for gold in a blizzard,
Getting ice from a summer's day, walking through sure
Footed mountains without shoes! If only it were
Easy to decrypt the message in all of these
Things that we do wade through, these fictions in a world
That's quickly passing: a train we no sooner heard
Than saw it sprint away with our only chance. Do
You suppose that descriptions are a one shot deal
By which we may find heavens gate and make a steal
Through the Pearly Gates of the Utmost High? Maybe.
For we all decrypt our fate from the raging sea.
Decryptions, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012
When you have done so come and find me out on dry land,
That I too may share in the toils of your labor,
And drink my fill of the wine you did ferment. Orr
Is a precious thing, and I doubt you'll find it here
Amongst the petty lines, these springs of ink that run
With a sort of wobble to their gait, are outdone
By the powerful technological wizzard;
It 'would be like searching for gold in a blizzard,
Getting ice from a summer's day, walking through sure
Footed mountains without shoes! If only it were
Easy to decrypt the message in all of these
Things that we do wade through, these fictions in a world
That's quickly passing: a train we no sooner heard
Than saw it sprint away with our only chance. Do
You suppose that descriptions are a one shot deal
By which we may find heavens gate and make a steal
Through the Pearly Gates of the Utmost High? Maybe.
For we all decrypt our fate from the raging sea.
Decryptions, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012
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