the tyranny of the 24 Horae overruling all worlds
the tyranny of the 24 Horae
overruling all worlds
even the aetherial is in fetters of density
maiden of 24 decorated Hours, their endless series stretches on
who might escape solitude before an Ocean?
sweetest One....t'was but one-hour before the End.
24 beauteous virgins would block my sight
is there one more among them? beyond them?
My love, My love, My love... you do not belong here
crowned not with florets but horns
You do not belong there...My love, My love...
embosomed not with two ridgy breasts but a black hole
You are not one of the Hours...
Your escape from gods and men is not among the hours...
Singing mad women, you all are so joyless,
with bad grape-scented perfume
despicable mates you are with the divine
and inmates thou art in humanity.
The chorus sang derisively at me, eyeing the glorious Coming.
They mooned at me while uplifting their stinty rural skirts.
I am going to die...Good. Comes my own Hour.
Then my Love shall be spared of thisUniverse.
If I shall love a minute's worth the whole ugly Hour of Eternity.
even dense or loose fetters of air I would accept
let air sink, let air sink; give the yoke to a wild intelligence.
the chorus will end.
the dance of mad women had squeezed
all the wild grapes in the antiquated world
now more the barbed vines
want to milk even the modern and post-modern fruits
let the dancers fall dead in joy during their roundelay
and let the air sink...
my drinking horn is empty, I hold it with two hands
worried them finding out that
I ate the sculpted panther out of hunger in the banquet
thirst in my mouth too, so the words chose to silence themselves..
next Hour, is it coming?
next....I am going to die...
One More, I am going to die...
It is coming, and
the 24 mad virgins Horae were then crushed under the Wheel
bitter foes, farewell---
and the Wheel shall turn once more... An extra Hour will come!
At last, perhaps for the first time, a mortal Victory!
I have superfluous Time in my hand...the damaged horn...
I hold it... Just one hour more! Yes! Flow on!
But, Oh, wait wait wait..
Let me count with my many fingers, Oh
the Ocean on my palms
No... I was mistaken, spilling salty drops, the gyrating waves
It turns once more...
And the slippery Hour that strikes 12 then 12, then again
strikes the abysm of Nothing and Zero.
I did wait, Dion. I did the
Mandaliet, und
bibulous est; et biberam
but Man made sure himself that there is neither
one more hour beyond day, nor
one less hour before night
My sweetest...do you know that in an hour there is
at least more than 2:57 minutes? and I know,
I tell you that I know how much
11 is your luckiest number
and 12 is my unluckiest
My love, My love.. Do you know that
From my point of view, you are always
on the other side of the Moon?
while I look upon it, immobile Fate
the ocean called Eternity separates us
A Man living into the future,
And a Woman that does not exist in the past,
or in past hopes
shall never share a present,
under the horny beam of the gibbous moon.
…
O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
///
Erebus sēcum plangit
/xx/x/x
'Quīspiam, illa, nūlla'
/xx/x/x
///
Erebi sēcum plangunt
/xx/x/x
**Quisquam, ūllus, et Nūlla**! /x/xx/x
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