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Odyssey - 02-13-03

Seems never can I go
Where I really want to be
Countless years abandon
Has took its toll on me

The pyre of Sir Elpenor
Just a ritual void of meaning
Between the gods and devils
No longer I'm discerning

But their wisdom it entices me
If only for survival
As man I know the sword
All else appears so trivial

Simplicity lost in complexities task
Of immortal devastation
Cut not the head but umbilical cord
To manifest salvation

The rage of the West to conquer the rest
Flows hither through millennia
A vortex in the stormy night
Left me drifting through dementia

Two hands of fingers in days passing
Cast under the starlit sky
Locked within a searing gaze
I caught sparkles in Calypso's eye