M is for Myg

Blood… flesh… peace… my mind tumbles… no thought lasts in my head…

driven by the thirst…

I am hunting her. Why?–I don’t know. Or do I?–do I? … Voices echo in my head.
Are they mine? Yours? Who is this? Get out of my head! … silence … fear … freedom.

FLY envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;

And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more then what is false and vain,
And merely mortal dross;

So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.

For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb’d,
And last of all, thy greedy self consum’d,
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss;

And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
When every thing that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme Throne Of him,
Whose happy-making sight alone,

When once our heav’nly-guided soul shall climb,
Then all this Earthy grossness quit,
Attir’d with Stars, we shall for ever sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.

This entry was posted on Friday, May 4th, 2007 at 7:00 am and is filed under Capers, Friends of Myg, Met a stranger, Second Life, Vanny.