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Jun 2017
banquo* - what! can the devil speak true?
macbeth - the thane of cawdor lives: who do
        you dress me (as)
                            in borrowed robes?
angus - who was the thane, lives yet        (still lives);
                 but under heavy judg(e)ment bears
that life, which he deserves to lose. whether he was
  combined with those of norway,
                                      or did line (assemble)
the rebel with hidden help and vantage,
        or that with both
      he laboured in his country's wrack,
                               i know not;
       but treason capital, confessed and proved,
have overthrown him.
macbeth - glamis, and thane of cawdor:
           the greatest is behind - thanks for your
pains.  -
  do you not hope your children shall be kings,
when those that gave the thane of cawdor to me
promised no less to them?
banquo - ............................................
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      ­the instruments of darkness tell us truths.

and why wouldn't they, to begin with -
      what lurks in the shadow,
                         isn't more than a second tier
of night?
                     where by night, the moon illuminates,
there also, the vacuum of a shadow,
   suckling as if a reflection of a sun post-mortem,
as that, which is known to be a black hole?

but above all:

and letters are, the sole, greatest proof,
that they are what they are,
and that they are: the grandest tool of darkness.

    only these these instruments may we peer
into a depth, and grandiosity of a matter
      beyond the mere blutness of the mind -

deeper still, into the soul -

        and even deeper still, into the heart of man;
to then say:
              and by a heart you imply:
           surviving on sheer luck of consequence?
   i might only then ask: or is that, incompetence?
luck, the toss of dice, a thrill of the game,
                     the only suggestion, being
the quest of the so-called daredevil -
                                        and then exclaim
the opposite to daring, if not cheating death?
              and how many of such impromptus,
do you think, are given?
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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