Eos, Death by Virtue

Quotes from the book predict Titus' own death.


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Before leaving for India, Titus gives Asha the book he has
written, (titled above), with the knowledge that this
'imbecile' from the asylum is in love with her. The institution
would never be the same without her.
From what seems to be an appearing dawn he invigorates
energy renewing the garden. With scythe and anger, he tends
to the neglected lawn, and becomes shallow in remorse.
Somehow transforming from mortal to..., something or other.
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(Thinks)
The book I left with Asha gathers dust,
She finds the words within a crying shame
But someone shall religiously reclaim,
The love I lost as nothing more than must.

On cool days, the mammoth task of nature,
Eagerly awaits by wavering attention
Meadows in arch territories of stature
Proceed to torment my labours retention.

How grass becomes so long I fathom not
That see it so erect that now to combat,
More needle-like.., and penetrating hot!
My word! The cornea punished me for that,

The grip of eye-lids tangle with the weed,
As starchy substance lubricates this need
To pull both what was force to rectify,
A curious but noble lodge of eye.

I pressed my eyes with palms to form a cup,
Tears had loosend what was first thought grit
And there inside my hands I'm looking up
To find myself still having none of it.

It's funny how we see ouselves I s'ppose,
The magic of the mind and searching souls
Whose incandescent features should transpose
That eyes are indeed useless sharing roles.

They witness what the mind has issued first
As frequent needs in hope can pass them by
A jealousy that's primarily a thirst
To start the climb towards a closing sky.

And if I saw, would anyone believe,
What future there was waiting up above
AS Eos said, the notes are what you leave
"Initially, they are nothing but your love."

For someone who had run away and fled,
To pastures new because I said to her,
I loved her and since then I am but dead
Still craving for a spoken word's confer. 

Yet neither did I see myself again,
Just looking up where nowhere else had been
Higher than before and after pain
A slunken rein to join my beauty queen.

My whereabouts protrudes a sunshine sky,
At least that's where the chariot I saw
Was waiting which uplifted me, but why,
That death was never meant to be this sure?

Although the blindness failed upon the earth,
The seering heat of pentangles which guide,
This soul through many spirals saw the birth
Pierce through a new unknown where worlds collide.

I hasten, had I seen some future years?
Or if in fact, my life down there were still?
As if it had lost form, it now appears
Like dew and tastes like wine, by gosh it's real?

Upon, and hushed by sadness clouds had dried,
The mountains were like footprints in the sand
Apprearing overhead this large divide,
Of brightness which had granted me her hand. 
 
Apparently where one cannot replace,
The other for the love I had before
I know she cannot ease a changing face
Harass this blessing further in my chase.

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