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August 2nd, 2009, 11:15 AM
A Gemini in golden robes
Has never spoke,
But I've been told,
A Gemini in golden robes
Once said the following:
If you speak twice
About tomorrow,
It will never come,
If you speak twice
About yesterday,
You'll be stuck in time.
But to speak
And to say,
Are two different things.
To express with words
And not be heard
Is speaking,
Technically.
To express with thought,
And not be brought
Golden jewelry,
That's to say,
Technically.
So speak about that yesterday,
But only do it once,
Move on to tomorrow, say,
But speak about it once.
Say it loud and say it proud,
But speak about each once.
You'll find that where you are,
Is in between two isles.
The isle to the left of you,
Is exposed and has no shade.
The sun must burn the isle cold,
The sun must cause one frosty fire,
And that frigid ember of an isle,
From what I hear is called Tomorrow.
The isle to the right of you,
With lots of shade and a dark parade,
Trees with dark green leaves
And some with spikes that look to fright,
Outsiders beware, this isle's called Yesterday!
And the isle in the middle,
Where the Gemini belittles
All of yesterday's tomorrows,
And tomorrow's thoughts that were borrowed
From the past, a vast distraction
Often termed as yesterday...
Well that isle is a golden brown,
With sand, yes sand, spread all around,
There is some sun, but there's some shade,
Just enough to make it feel 'okay,'
And that isle, from what I hear is called
Today.
But sometimes on a rainy day,
The world goes perpendicular,
And the three isles that once were there,
They disappear
Into nowhere.
A darkness that is darker than the darkness
You once knew, as the past and as the future,
From what I hear it's true,
Overcomes the wilderness, the thickened past,
And festooned future, the prickly present
That just will not do.
From what I hear this three isle tale,
Is truer than the truth,
In fact it's so damn true
That most call it what it is...
A seldom told lie,
Because it's never told in time,
It's told when yesterday
And tomorrow collide.
Has never spoke,
But I've been told,
A Gemini in golden robes
Once said the following:
If you speak twice
About tomorrow,
It will never come,
If you speak twice
About yesterday,
You'll be stuck in time.
But to speak
And to say,
Are two different things.
To express with words
And not be heard
Is speaking,
Technically.
To express with thought,
And not be brought
Golden jewelry,
That's to say,
Technically.
So speak about that yesterday,
But only do it once,
Move on to tomorrow, say,
But speak about it once.
Say it loud and say it proud,
But speak about each once.
You'll find that where you are,
Is in between two isles.
The isle to the left of you,
Is exposed and has no shade.
The sun must burn the isle cold,
The sun must cause one frosty fire,
And that frigid ember of an isle,
From what I hear is called Tomorrow.
The isle to the right of you,
With lots of shade and a dark parade,
Trees with dark green leaves
And some with spikes that look to fright,
Outsiders beware, this isle's called Yesterday!
And the isle in the middle,
Where the Gemini belittles
All of yesterday's tomorrows,
And tomorrow's thoughts that were borrowed
From the past, a vast distraction
Often termed as yesterday...
Well that isle is a golden brown,
With sand, yes sand, spread all around,
There is some sun, but there's some shade,
Just enough to make it feel 'okay,'
And that isle, from what I hear is called
Today.
But sometimes on a rainy day,
The world goes perpendicular,
And the three isles that once were there,
They disappear
Into nowhere.
A darkness that is darker than the darkness
You once knew, as the past and as the future,
From what I hear it's true,
Overcomes the wilderness, the thickened past,
And festooned future, the prickly present
That just will not do.
From what I hear this three isle tale,
Is truer than the truth,
In fact it's so damn true
That most call it what it is...
A seldom told lie,
Because it's never told in time,
It's told when yesterday
And tomorrow collide.