Classic Myops

Look at it 

This way--

You could've been born 

A spectacle with only one 

Gigantic bulging eye- 

Ball planted right 

Smack dab 

In the middle 

Of your bucolic, 

Dead-to-the-world 

Forehead and everyone 

Who's anybody, including 

Some shifty dude who called himself 

NoMan knows how that turned out,

Stake my word on it.

 

 

Supplicants Before The Slopes Of Mt. Ithome

 

Though almost drained of the will

To persevere, take notice— 

 

This steep rugged holy mountain an ancient 

Blind bard once described as “ladder-like” climbs 

In rungs to where the air is still 

 

Alive with daemons 

And spirits 

 

Who have not yet exhausted 

Their last breath to help you 

 

Ascend there.