CANTO XIII - Songs of Troubadours
The true danger is when liberty is nibbled away, for expedients
and by parts.
Edmund Burke (Irish statesman, 1729-1797)
She junctions all the extremities of existence
Between the subjugation and emancipation
Limbs and indexes unfolding into the azures
Extending far beyond the equinoctial circle
Layering of firmaments on empyreal welkins
Where emotions overwhelmingly swell wide
Throughout the celestial expanse and liberties
The freedoms innately buried in an eternal foe
Manifested in verses and songs of troubadours
As each erotic flourishes by an artist’s brush
And every mark by a composer’s constitution
Strides along the Grecian athlete’s virtuosity
Challenging language, thought, and lucidity
With each strain of sinew, fortitude, and lust
Coveting that which is connaturally possessed
While lionizing the same among community
Mutual repute and adoration with fervid logic
Yet love is often infinitely yonder the intellect
When her flesh avidly castigates with his flesh
As tender shoots germinate from the furrows
The true danger is when liberty is nibbled away, for expedients
and by parts.
Edmund Burke (Irish statesman, 1729-1797)
She junctions all the extremities of existence
Between the subjugation and emancipation
Limbs and indexes unfolding into the azures
Extending far beyond the equinoctial circle
Layering of firmaments on empyreal welkins
Where emotions overwhelmingly swell wide
Throughout the celestial expanse and liberties
The freedoms innately buried in an eternal foe
Manifested in verses and songs of troubadours
As each erotic flourishes by an artist’s brush
And every mark by a composer’s constitution
Strides along the Grecian athlete’s virtuosity
Challenging language, thought, and lucidity
With each strain of sinew, fortitude, and lust
Coveting that which is connaturally possessed
While lionizing the same among community
Mutual repute and adoration with fervid logic
Yet love is often infinitely yonder the intellect
When her flesh avidly castigates with his flesh
As tender shoots germinate from the furrows
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Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.
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