Catch Me

By: Wyspen Posted on: June 14, 2004

Would you catch me, if you could?
A better question, is if you should.
I am the sparkle of Yudhistra's eyes,
The breath of the summerstorm butterfly.
The manticore's fury, before it dies.

Where would you find me, to pursue?
An occultist's words, chaotic true?
The crypt of Zsarachnor, the vampire lord?
Amidst the cave of a bandit hoard?
The Pachacacha, through which you ford?

The jungle Ulangi, so far away?
With bug-like warriors, and grook magi.
On the soft fur, of Patches the Cat?
Jaru's part of me, I'll tell you that.
The question: Unanswereable. Where am I at?

My essence is so plain to see.
Am I, perhaps, Divinity?
A bit of the Logos, the wanderer too.
None of me, yet a bit of you.
I'm some of what you mortals do.

The spirit of a living book.
To find me, do naught more than look.
I'm Sapience, and yet more still.
The Divine, the mortals, and all their will.
Drink of me, you'll ne'er be filled.

I am Achaea, I am all things.
You'll hear from me, how Sirens sing.
If you should catch me, what happens then?
A long life truely, among your kin.
Preserve your soul, beware Me... Fin.