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{{% verse %}}People of Orphalese,
beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
— Kahlil Gibran{{% /verse %}}
Dramatis Personae
The Ode clade
- Your Humble Narrator
- Dear The Wheat And Rye Under The Stars
- The Woman
- To Pray For The End Of Endings
- Her Friend
- I Must Show No Hesitation When Speaking My Name
- Her Therapist
- Where I May Ever Dream
- Her Cocladist
- Should We Rejoice In The End Of Endings
- The Oneirotect
- Which Offers Heat And Warmth In Fire
- The Poet
- Where It Watches the Slow Hours Progress
- The Musician
- Beholden To The Heat Of The Lamps
- The Child
- And We Are The Motes In The Stage-Lights
- The Narrator's Friend
- Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself
- The Blue Fairy
- I Remember The Rattle Of Dry Grass
Others
- Her Lover
- Farai
- The Dog
- Scout Among Weird Skunks With Good Kettlecorn
- His Elder
- Tomash
- The Rabbit-Chaser
- _____ (called “Scout Chasing Rabbits”)
And, of course, you, my dear, dear reader.