Dear Mr Lincoln,yours is truly a family blessed with strange...

Dear Mr Lincoln,

yours is truly a family blessed with strange gifts - but one can only fear the price you all must pay.

So yes, eat, drink, smoke and be merry, and while the curtains remain parted .. dance tween the worlds real and faerie. Bath in the fountians and idlyll in the laguid breezes that do blow from beyond the world we know.

For surely the time will come when the encircling golden smoke will another fell serpent reveal and who can say if the sighted innocence of Holimagimon will again be a bulwark against the riders. For Mr Lincoln with knowledge come the cruelest truths and even if you are yet speak it plainly .. Calypso could beget Apocalypto.

For in my darkest thoughts i too have seen and know them.

Unto thee i say they are blind, to the brash and clatter of markets, money and raging bulls - and only exist to level the hubris of man. Pure Holimagimon and his kind
are a challenge they cannot abide and even the charms of brazen rings and copper fire may be as naught.

But fated are we all .. to stand before their rage .. to make our wagers and be resolute hoping against doupts, real and imagined that way beyond the veil lay marshalled far stronger forces. Forces awaiting the claxon call that will see them burst forth and in some mighty torrent sweep away all that is foul, fell and shorted.

For as the poets lament hope springs eternal and we all are drawn by its gossamer threads which glow .. as if drawn from the Stars themselves.

sg