Ouroboros
What is it with us
and how
much is it worth ..
And what
will it be the love
or the lust
that which, first
gives up the
proverbial ghost ..
And for
what purpose,
or reason ..
And pray where
upon this
oh’ so tainted,
sainted earth do
I begin
and you end,
my love of loves ..
I plan to eat
you regardless ..
Like Dali planned
once to
eat his love Gala
on toast ..
But not for some
obscure
symbolic reason ..
I just want
to be a perfect circle ..
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I l looked up that bit of 'French' - Ouro-wotsit.
KP will eat her own tail. But it won't help me. She will still have her botox face left at the end! lol.
beware, that might just be the very beginning ..
She might metamorphose into some grotesque being. Oh - she already has! I'm cruel. lol.
My muse has skipped over to your house Nev. Wow che emozione ❤️❤️❤️❤️
I swear its the gospel truth Teddy .. .. who want's to be square eh ❤️
Tell that to all Virgo's woops I've done it now lol
Oh you mean
https://marscampers.com.au/explore-mars-campers/hoop-snakes-the-worlds-deadliest-snake/
Blimey .. I had something quite different in mind .. but can see where you are coming from Dave
I like it and I’m wondering if that perfect circle referred to a wrapped around tail? Or is it imagery of other??
I am delighted you found it to your liking and taste .. the perfect circle refers wholly to Ouroboros & my hunger .. Neville
Sometimes I just try too hard.
Thanks
What a freaking interesting word. Seems nobody disputes its Greek attachment but it’s also prominent in Norse, Egyptian , alchemy , it’s linked to psychology and modern interpretative symbolism. Lots there and lots I left out. How cool is that!!
Very .. & that's a hard act to swallow & harder to follow but the idea is intact and universal .. cheers bro
Excellent work.
................................... write on sir Case
"Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!"
Andy
that tastes so familiar .. I couldn't possibly do an Oliver and ask for more .. Neville
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