2023-01-06 04:44:01
Extinguished the lamp itself over the stone. So it's time for me to return you to Socrates safe and sound, my love. But before that, let me write a few words. It doesn't work without last words. Dawn will soon cross the fields. I want to hang a bell around his neck, and to slaughter a horse for his front.
My beloved, my mouth chants your name, but my heart moves me from your path, and beats me in you: Leave love to those who are more powerful than you, leave faithfulness to those who can carry it. So he tells me and leaves me. Yes, faithfulness is greater than me, love is greater than me, and my lamp is smoking out of the stone.
So I will carry you to Socrates. All my inheritance I will leave to you. I will leave the palm tree tilted for you, so that its knuckles may come down to your hands, and I will leave the jar for you in it so that its water can cool you. The canopy has no hope for you, my love. I have no hope in the sun that rises from my bed, nor in the agate that burns my finger.
The lamp fell asleep over the stone. My beloved fell asleep in my arms. And the dawn is a flock of sheep crossing the field, bells hanging weeping from its necks. The bird overtook me on the tree.
To be demigod, the half is not human rather scorching fire. And I do like Socrates: I shudder like a crow, to prove that the birds are my people. I am a demigod, and from the ashes of birds is my alms.
Eternity destroys me and I will destroy it. Withhold water from me so that I may return the wine; They prevented me from booze, but I bite into an ember. And hear you, Socrates: the flower is impossible, and the wine is impossible. Except you the bird over me on the tree. The sun burns you because I cheated on her with moon last night.
Let me pass from trick to trick to catch the words. Nobody can blame me for this. I am all stranded, and I have to start my travels. I am the opposite of Socrates. I walk counterclockwise. Morning in madness, evening madder than it.
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