Moriarty1

I met a traveller from an aincent land

with incense round his neck and hands

and in his eyes true lies he spoke

of wisdom through his perfumed yoke

this man from time that time begot

talked of worlds where all was not

so I took his hand and I asked not why

to see the sands where time does lie

Ze Spider

Aincent needles pick and weave

Cruel fingers pointed to decieve

I fear to know what it is you see

Sole spinner of these infinities

Against the winds of time

With your Onyx black

You have sown this silk

Of the vortex flat

And in the aether

Built your trap of

Sacred Symmetries

Willed to collapse

My favourite extract:

The man of no affect.

There was a child born, however this is of no consequence to you or I. He grew up in an Indian village though those there have never heard of him and cannot recall his features. He attended school, or so we must assume and completed his course in maths or perhaps geography before leaving to some other location, or staying where he was. After finishing pubity ( for nature does demand it) he took a job. 3 years after graduation he was found selling walnut clips between Madras and Bombay , however this turned out to be someone else entirely. He married a deaf and blind woman of no education and it is not certain if she was aware of the conjugation, if this is indeed what happened. The man  then bought a house on a street that no longer exists (others proclaim that it was not there even when he lived on it) and fathered his children , (later paternity tests showed they were infact not his). In his old age he wished to travel and see the world (this is the reason given for why he was no longer there) and died soon after. He could not be burried as they did not know where he was when he died and so some say that he may still be alive (but it is possible they confuse him with some other man). As for those who believe him to continue most say he went into politics to rule a nation and others that he became a sub quantum mechanist, though the later does not exist to us yet. 

His face is seen throughout the world by all cultures and creeds whether connected or not, but those who see it do not recognise it or if they do it is that of someone else or perhaps not his at all.