I came down these roads dreaming like a king,
twisting through the avenues as if they were a game…
many books filled the way, ran like the wine over my lips;
the days were an apprenticeship to some kind of glorious renewal -
I wanted the glory of finishing the path like all the heroes of myth…
I didn’t know of Perseus at the time yet like Perseus I was…
Glorified goat-climbing, capricornious up the mountainside…
Some things have not changed … still some kingly dreams…
Hoping to be less vainglorious in the endeavours to reach,
To push through the veils that cling like beeswax upon the skin…
To begin, to begin always, yet moving beyond… winged...
