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Telemachus Two
(Being Part Two of Telemachus) But they trade mindfulness for profit, secret with laws dipped and festered ----- great feasts ----- with few of seat and dark their company in beastly caves; always belly to the ravished earth! Not a morsel they lack.... though they steal from pauper''s rickety table; taxing them, whilst they slither, belly to the earth; their great wagons full to the brim For lack of want the extra-mile grows longer, still ---- with each new appetite; What makes the full hunger so? 'tis better the less a man needs; his home, his wife ---- his life, if that were not enough ---- then from death.... he builds his ministry and his black chapel sits midst tombs of forgotten love How wan the dying rose! Once pristine thy petals where the rains of the world quenched thy thirst, and the earth ---- had sustained fellowship in thy welcoming; Yet ye have broken the clasp..... Into the fold ere the last breath and limp the stroll in Lonely Wood; to waltz the Sable ruins and the forsaken path, How unknown..... yet ye believe with life thy death! Though all is forgotten when life is a kiss most splendid; each morn kept more than the rest, more sweet and lush and tended; She is too bright for grim intentions.... Where the waterfalls leap to love and splash upon eternal rocks; and always their pure pools pristine with hope, with hues rainbow, the true spirit of The Isle!
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