The Nacreous Oughts

13 February 2006

    The Marriage of TEX and Lojban

But though its lure alone makes life worth living,
In that strange light I feel I am not far
And tails that bear the bifid barb of hell.

It is the land where beauty's meaning flowers;
I held the book beneath my coat, at pains
Calling and chattering in a joyous haste

And curious drops, disquieting and cold,
I do not know if ever it existed--
I ceased to hope--because I understood.

(A cento from Lovecraft)

K. S.

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