Adagio, Horatio,
Love fulfils
while lust desires
like the dust which waits for you.
Was it not you who taught the Dane?
this enduring rage
which has unmasked the ages;
while keeping thine own
hidden
even to the owls
keening through the nights.
Such music as that
kept the dead flowers
breathing
above you
while the sphere rolled.
Was it not you, Ghost,
who spilled
laughing from the grave
a minor levitation
as you were held in the madman's hand
while the sky growled
and Doctor thunder moaned
his hand holding the lightning
thrust into the deep:
And then adagio, Horatio,
the wild sweep of storm
black upon the the dome,
slips through the gap of God
slides from the grip
of the sweet Dane
dying, again and again
to the tempo
of the sacred horns.
Author notes
Worm Food. 
Written January 4th, 2005
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no but really the worm food is mostly pot noodles. so scuzzy.
Edited on Jan 06, 4:02 p.m. because ''. -
hey that bloke called shakespeare write that!
ummmmmm
claire doesn't know
feels thick
it sounds smashing though
horray
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..and the world moved on,
softly, softly crying out the names..
non omnis moriar - Horace
Perhaps Sonnet 71 by William.
Jules - hope the new year brings health and happiness to you and those closest to you.
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