Tezos

Argus Listens

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Description

The Argus Panoptes Listens and has done so for eons. Although they have been silent, the universe has not been so cruel as to not have something for them to listen to in their dreamworld stasis. In The Private Poet Salon, a thousand years is but a moment...but the stories re-told live on forever... Eye listen & watch With the eyes & ears of others As they live their normal lives; Eye have been this way for much too long In silence tumbling. & when Eye do not listen Eye hear infinite iterations Of the song last played to me By my good friend Hermes The night before Eye stumbled Into lucid rest. Eye heard & saw Hermes tell the thunder king Eye was dead and gone, As they bed not Io. Eye listened & watched The queen of pure possession sob quietly In their chambers quite anon As lumbering melodic sonata played. Eye heard & saw Hermes Mourning my non-death at a run-down haunt, Utterly intoxicated, Speaking of betrayed friends, Being unforgivable, & despising their station As the messenger in light-- The dregs maker in the void. Eye heard & saw Io roam the fields of gold & grey In the twilight Search for something Knowing that it will never come her way Yet wanting it nonetheless, A dainty, aimless mess of a beauty -- If only she had never been seen. Eye heard & saw Thanatus chuckle, Have a strong desire to tell someone That they did not clutch me tightly, But like me now, they do not speak To anyone except, maybe, their sibling Sleep. Eye often miss being present In the world of men & gods Even if only as the observer, But quickly dissolve the thought For Eye am free at last In my own, odd way In the archive of dreams & days.

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modern art

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poem