Turns left, looks right (North, South).

The skies are dark…in the air a bit of chill…I rattle my cage…I pitter-patter like rain upon tin roof…I sing but am not heard…not even by myself…the words are lost somewhere inside the tombs of babes…do not rest your head upon my shrugging shoulder…perhaps the lost lands are found…Luna’s lights shine into darkened corners even from afar…afar…I hold a secret…June holds keys…fit?…

The words…yes…the words…what do they mean?….wait…what words?…these words?…those words?…past words?…future…la-la-la…la-la-la…sing ’til silence…when do you come?…ring bells!…the disillusioned shall enchant…the disenchanted shall deceive with illusions…listen you dead babes…listen to Papias…I speak in parallels…I am John…John your saviour…fire upon the head of the ignorant!…listen…listen…listen to the silence…

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About grasshopperstothemoon

“Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me.”
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