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Act II: Travails

from Emperor Norton by Emperor Norton

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Spake the seraph that these seeds do cast our page:
Hewn from wood this paper music echoes age.
Grown as a sapling in this mind to write the tale,
And left, in the sun to dry the page.

We sing shanties to ashes told by bards of fickle aim
lest be the words wasted, drowned in sea and sail.
Hear this lie, oh, as I the sentence cast
As words, on the sea to judge this fallen writer’s mast.

Yet love, I have earned myself this love…
Through my cowardice forged love…
As the zealot often does:
I consign myself to rust.

Travail these winds, that gust my soul through
As a wisp, my broken language apt for this:
To rake my fallen mind like this,
The truth will out but not forgive.

My understanding be too thin,
Within this mind a coward sits;
If all my words do fly amiss
Then pray that thee might yet forgive.

Pretence past, I give thee all:
This coward, chronicled.

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from Emperor Norton, released March 17, 2018

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