Canon II

For long enough I had tarried halfway on that hill;
to see the clouded sun rise to its highest arc upon the holy day.
     Through my eyes, weary and watershed, as I milled

down that hill, my left footfall slower than the right.
Once upon the path that led to the northern wood,
     I looked back upon the hill, those gnarled beasts still in sight,

then turned back. As I entered the foreboding wood,
I drew cold breath, and saw the spindled branches frost.
Where this cold had split the bark,
      the words of those who perished could

be read, as if carved by blade. I knelt down by one
such tree: Whosoever in wont of wandering
     these northern wood; upon the darkening of the sun

the song of Erudition echoes. Knead honey-sweet wax,
and anoint therewith the ears of thyself, lest ye seek death.
     Yea, though thou be vigilant of Erudition's voice, 

heed the spirits of the Neophytes that inhabit her. 
Their pretensions are only rivalled by their lust,
     their shallow draughts have intoxicated them to lure

others down to their level, albeit, those to exercise experience
folly not in their toil. Deeper north, the underbelly of Erudition,
     are the Licentiates which gather round Charybdis, with esurience

expectations. Their preoccupations are concerned with reflections
of what they expect to find gazing into the abyss. Though they stand
     fast as Lot's wife, be wary not to gaze into their seductions,

lest ye seek the gaze of the abyss. And at the lowest north lay

the Pedagogues. These are, indeed, strange beasts. Their divided;

     those who serve the noble Gnosis, and those who wish to slay.

Let these words fall not upon blind eyes. Once finished, I stood, then as a fool

'Rien ne peut m'arrêter maintenant,' crossed my mind, as the sun set on Yule.

Canon I

Upon that high hill, those hungry beasts eyed
me as they pondered my action, and
found it odd that I had stopped, sighed.

As they gazed, it was clear that their hunger grew,
to lure those into those northern woods,
and sacrifice those who enter to

Hoonbik, those unfortunate to be cast into Eurdition.
And though the furnished landscapes sat close,
one could waunder until eternity, and never see a setting sun.

I then sat half way, and pondered the lights behind
their maws. What would this all mean,
if, by chance, I were to make it through these times?

A fading wit, and a false moral compass? Perhaps so, but
what rewards would I have to reap, save for
servitude in the vestibule of the working class's gut?

Also unflattering, I thought as the creeping beasts which gaurded gates
Inched closer, testing the boundaries set forth and upon
the ground by the Elder Gods, whom cast out those whose filthy slate

was writ with narrow words and inpure ethics. It was these beasts
which roamed about letting out howls of injustice by the Elders
that had gone through Eurdition, and, at the very least

had become fixated with their reflections. It was this fixation that
caused their spewing of bile into the well that had granted
them power over the weak minds, which waundered, then sat

then pondered, then, in turn, wrote poisoned Poetry sank deep
in the heart of Gnosis. It was upon this quandary I found
myself to be lost halfway on this hill, while my thoughts seeped

into dread of becoming like those gnarled beasts, which crept up yonder.
And where I found myself weeping for a guide, a guide which never came.

My Dog

10:30, my Curiosity peaked as my dog rolls over.
He stretches his arms out as the first picture (low resolution) comes in.
The initiation of colonizing red dust and barren straights,
as he puts his arms down.
Carlin could care less about future Martians,
as the second picture (high resolution) comes in,
the website crashes.