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Kings and Scribes
How easy it is to judge
from the throne of
self-righteousness.
How comforting to
cast off what
doesn't fit our
moral code.
Perspective is
colored by our own
evolution and lingering
insecurities.
The soul of a scribe
cannot help but
share truths
that set spirits
free, no matter
the cost of their
own liberty.
Friday 1st February 2019 7:41 pm
The Scribe and his Lover
I weep for his skills:
the perfect crafting
of the calligraphy
She sighed, "Forge me the seal of our love"
She sighed, "Render yourself to me"
She sighed, "I am your vellum"
I weep for her artistry
He saw the curves, the loops, the cursive strokes:
flow smoothly from his nib
harmoniously
...
Friday 7th December 2018 3:07 pm
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