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Turoa
Poems
Oct 2021
Canticum bellator est vincit qui patitur
One does not scale then claim
the ancient mountain
Nor by pretension tame the sea
Sate the deep fire’s searing fountain
Noble, though futile attempts be.
Blood, sweat stained, predatory
Alone infernum, lux ignis I stand.
I fight with no hope for victory
Mine crimson staccato metronome,
life’s sweet stain on desert sand.
Dispassionate, Fire’s breadth consuming all
Whilst ever hollowing from within;
Cracked lips cachinnate the brazen gall,
Endeavoring as healers’ medicine.
Adrift till the last ember chokes,
emptied all of malice and slaughter,
Peace be that last repose, my nox aquis,
to be embraced by night upon the water.
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Turoa
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