The Fulcrum Hymn

From the middle path, do not stray
Tho’ the array of torches that ordinarily encompass you dim

Burn, boy, burn!

Burn & keep 2 the center
Burn & be the fulcrum
Burn & the balance preserve

Burn & be the bless-ed brow that shines en the dark
Burn & these things en heaven & earth will not fall apart

Burn, boy, burn!


Dayes & Nites spent avoiding the snares of Hell when it is unavoidable and quite
desirable. How else are we going to earn our Buddhahood, our Christhood? How
else are we going to draw slag or temper mettle? Petition, no, demand that
your gods set you ablaze.


© LogosVox 2012

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