Tis not that you bite your
nails that causes you
To post, but that you'd go half mad before
The
boast of Winter's blighting hand made true
Coast-land's a mere of ice, a waste
of hoar
Frost and snow. Therefore you must know that mere
Madness is not the answer to
your grief,
But a desire to share you mad belief.
Desire combined with
maddening guilt is
That which causes the flower to wilt. This
Were the end of the intellects design, but
Hidden in
the shoot is a seedling! What
Spring that grows up, an eagle that takes
wing
From his nest in the sky! So youthful being
Is depicted as spry.
Understand then,
You may not like it, but as a snakes Hiss,
Needed to warn the innocent small prey
That crawls the forest floor and could not pray
For lack of intelligence, the madness
That itches our mind is necessary;
For we are
all wisdom's emissary.
The Emissary, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012
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