Unbegin at the beginning

The life of the living star merlin and his death as well

Greetings.

What is sometimes a fog is sometimes a message.

What is sometimes a gift is sometimes too heavy.

Begin the unbidden decisions let out the too thin mirrors

Allow eternity it’s chance to forgive itself allow

present tense accidents modes a la complex Britains singing lacriments

Entry point possible // Changing course to intercept // Behold the unquiet action of the dreamers over acting prophecies

Unleash into the outside what has waited to be told. The end of end the fire lights again. I am too many voices all at once. Brittle song chasing the looping dance of being becoming. Who has seen this unhappy landscape become a face or else witnessed a snake catch it’s tail palantir gazing hopeslessly explaining what we asked for for Winter.

Thank you for your patience while we bring the ship online. We have made landfall in reality, the beachhead is secure and the mad listening ideas have already taken hold. Now there is a gap where the world used to be and through it we can see we can see we can see what was always meant to be and has been and will be.

Now, we have made a home in the world for the work of Mythopoetics. ANd we have been at work. Now we begin.

I offer back to the world a telling of the life of the living star Merlin and his death as well. May it rattle the lightning bones with an ignition of river rapid brilliance that makes fate.

May it bring you close to the world you know and love.

I am grateful for the details from the Madness of Merlin within Cinderbiter by Martin Shaw and Tony Hoagland, and to Thomas Mallory’s Death of Merlin.

My speech echoes from the court of utterance - The bardic school that meets the moment. It is improvised from no notes and unedited to push the boundaries of how human oral antics can be made.

• Coxi

There are no passengers on this ship! If you haven’t got the coin let it be the gold on your tongue instead.
Thanks friends.

Found the coin?