Into the crystal chalice flowed
The immortal essence which glowed
With ethereal flavors so sublime
The taste of wine not yet realized
So did that nectar tantalize. . .
Drink, cried she, and at that my heart leaped!
Of course the choice grim was mine.
My heart was said to be proof against such magics
And so, bravely I fled, and won the day for fleeting righteousness.
On nights, cold, dark and chill
I savor naught else but a bitter regret
Of that wondrous elixir my tongue never met.
Dark America's Retro Future - SUBHEAD: Review of two books about the future of America by John Michael Greer. By Fred Kaminski on 13 February 2018 in Resilience - ( http://www.resilie...
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