
A Hypothesis of Reality;
A Wilderness of Sensibility;
and a World of Multiple Incident
tell many lies in the Likeness of Truth.

A Hypothesis of Reality;
A Wilderness of Sensibility;
and a World of Multiple Incident
tell many lies in the Likeness of Truth.

The diamond sparkles of starry night
The lunar beauty ever so bright
The sky becomes a gallery of light.

How far shall I tread upon the road to Alpine Path
As rigid as the road to Delphi days and nights
Across a wilderness of delights decayed in weary wrath,
To reach the peaks splendid in secret triumphs?

Life is a scriptless stage and a plotless play.
Learn to perform its demands with wits to the end,
Casting a heavy mantle of bleakness away
Or act in a shadow of sorrows at your wits’ end.
Set the stage with Oblivion and Memory:
Invoke Oblivion when times are gloomy,
Cherish Memory when they are flowery.

The Light of the Sun
Lifts Cloaks of Heaven.
Earth Sings a New Season.

In a grey muslin veil
The last maiden of April
Sheds her tears of farewell
To earth tolling the final bell.
P.S.: This rainy afternoon of the last day of April disappears into our memory of time, being the experience of the ethos of the time we live in. Goodbye to April, 2018…
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