By face and fête and rule,
high nature plays the mask.
Reducing brain to trinket,
thence violence to task.
Swells hard prose in the middle,
from rotten seed and toil.
Then wherefore love? we ask.
Unfirm thy mental coil.
[ triplespeak ]
Last updated: May 27, 2010
Risto Juola, 1975 to 2010
