Contortio Mundi

Contortio Mundi (Twisting Universe) is a full-length poem (201 stanzas) about the nature of Creation and our journey to know about it. It’s a happy-go-lucky frolic into the depths of the fabric of matter and thought.

Spirit of the Herd

Out upon the rising sun
The horses gazed, as if were one
Shadowed by the early light
Their empty eyes beheld the sight
Which triggered instinct deep inside
And set in motion rippling hide

As gracefully as the waving manes
That lined their necks like dancing flames
The horses ran to meet the sun
Or, perhaps, to simply run

The herd shot forth with lightning speed
A mass of one; a single steed
For each horse lives to play the role
Of giving the herd a central soul

Quote

Marcus Tullius Cicero

“A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague.”