Take this pill,
The man said without a mouth.
He stared at me,
Yet eyeless was he.
The northern point,
Shadows south,
Across the drowned; dry sea.
Plant the seed here,
Prance your steed here,
The branches are very near.
Time without memory,
Memory without time,*
Blood drips from every line.
The line a poet creates,
Upon many things relate.
A line of words,
Or a hanging man's last,
Does he see life in a flash?
Is greed, lust what guided him?
Or did love shine out from within?
With actions,
Yet he atone?
Undying fractions,
Does he die alone?
Carpe Diem
The fourth chapter erupts...