One More Travel Story From Another
Chelebi
I wrote this while traveling with the army as an
embedded recorder of mighty deeds. It is up to the reader to decide whether it
is a true record or one based on half truths, misconceptions and insufficient
observation.
The army was not aware of my presence in the physical
sense, but I had a feeling that their victories were somewhat enhanced by my
immaterial support.
The following was my mission, a mission which may or
may not have followed a vision, but was nevertheless as important as those
which were formerly and full envisioned.
Part 1. THE MISSION
Concoct a poem for souls
That dwell outside
Time and its journeymen
Plodders who
Charge on appendages aplenty parrying
Cosmic dust and
Thought
On a concourse
Part 2. ROADS TO TAKE
