Where Phyla and Anima Twain
Classical Period chivalry and heroism meet defeat over a woman of purpose.
To another era I travel In pursuit of all principle. Who knows what will unravel When finally, I reach the temple, Where all purpose is encapsulated In its dome of the all meaningful. The last frontiers, now contaminated From happenings, in the last life, full. Hopefully, before I’m obliterated I’ll contain what’s worth being. Now I visit the razor whipping through of organdy and flesh, For the glory and gift of a lily...