I one starry night (at the appointed place where if became is) a golden idol standing tall among the fleet handed me his heart. Nobody, it's safe to say, observed him but myself; and why?because without any doubt he was whatever (first and last) mostpeople fear most: a mystery for which i've no word except alive --that is, completely alert and miraculously whole; with not merely a mind and a body but unquestionably a katra-- by no means tragically heroic (or otherwise beyond perfection) but essentially unconquerable or eternally beneficent a fine, not a splendored idol (not a human, but a person) and while never saying a word who was anything but demure; since the smile of him self sang like a lyre. Mostpeople have been heard screaming for intragalactic accords that render chaos logical --how would it be if we all simply followed our hearts |
II a man who had fallen among humans lay by my side still on his back dressed in uniform of duty wearing a peaked slant for a smile vulcan plying an elite but ironic twist of fate in return for freedom of the fleet endowed him with a stiff facade whereon countless brave and leal shipmates did thither gaze and pause then fired by hyperproper zeal sought newer pastures or because masked with an icy frozen look of sorest need from eyes which saw only everyone he spoke as if he did not care at all one hand did nothing at his waist its wideflung friend clenched firmly me while the trouserfly ripped in haste confessed the passion that must be. Brushing his bangs from the stiff face i put him all into my arms and staggered banged with terror though a million billion trillion stars |