TetraA Poem by Saichiro WolftotemHe walks with his fists, his leading-most feature, but
followed by spiritual oculus. He walks among chaos, it eats at his being, but to say disappointed, ridiculous. In his hand he holds conception, of worlds most fantastical;
his pen bleeds the crosshatch’d creation, In his head he holds knowledge, discord of delight; his
prayer holds hope for extinction. At his right is the cow who worships the jackal, loyalty
unto end of time, At his left is the cat who worships the scales, observant
and balanced and kind. The three bound together shall have their experience, shall save, and shall expand. And all in the privacy, the sweetness seclusion of the sacred hills of red land. © 2014 Saichiro WolftotemReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 27, 2014 Last Updated on June 27, 2014 AuthorSaichiro WolftotemSan Antonio, TXAboutI'm a craftster and generally chronically bored person. I like entertainment of the non-screen-based variety. more..Writing
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