The messenger comes with no one home;
In perpetuum, in his office leaving notice, warnings posted
Ever heeded, ever kneaded, ever hosted
In a land of consolation. Trust allows itself to roam;
Perhaps the mass will linger moments but never long
As all matter seeks its solace in the rites where there is none;
Fortune cannot rest where passions rise with the rhythm of its sums.
Marvel, then, at match and taper, humour candles, denigrate the sun
And at no time is the thirst for water. Equity despairs
In every age, its heads seek history books and praises in the printed word
While no one truly reads and ears have long since ceased to hear.
Mercury, Hermes, call them as you will, but here
And there and in an era late or early epoch only fear
Commands an audience with claims to immortality. “That great star
My friend, is all we never see and all we ever are!”