A (wise) man of two faces
Musings, commentary, and the occasional parade of novelty.

Updates Tuesday and Thursday

Long into the twisted wood,
past the oak and branch and briar;
deep into the gath’ring dark,
past the circle of your fire.

Further than the distant stars,
twinkling beyond the sky;
deep into your very heart
where you hide behind your lies.

Past the heavens and the earth
and the realms of men and God;
you, who seek out happiness,
onward, onward must you trod.