A Small Dirge On Friendship .

O, Friendship, that mystic correspondence of Essences - This One Element, undiscovered by hearts of many, and unknown to the minds yet, of most. Correspondence, but by what means as may justify its ends in Value Subluminous ? Are the means, toying at the anchors of Friendship, found of their roots in religion divine or the human existence ? Does Friendship, as Platonic Love fulfilled of itself enter the Seven Seas of the Waters of the Living with Visible Oars painting vivacious arcs, or by the discrete signs of the Astrolobe of a more discrete and distilled Signature and Imprint, more rarefied than the waning and waxing of the Lunar Tides- fickle and wind tossed, of the uprising and subsumations of the decrees of this water of Being, that the Moon pulls and pushes with its terrestrial whims, but the Sun alone Warms . . . Friendship, that can not contain Solicitude is no Friendship ! Friendship, that can not obtain Inclination freely , but must plan - contends - in the realms of strategy not in the bureau of Earnest Letters - inked by the Soul's knowing ways. Friendship, is that Ship, which sinks the maritime host / ( for Lo ! ) it is the treasure found beneath the waves of the collocation of beings , in letting go and in the subsumant release, in distending the creaks-;creaking, --- in the untethering of the snaps; snapping, eclipsing; as the solstices do, and entering blissfully far beyond fond transciences into the deep Quietitude of the Soul entranced with Depth allone - gazing at the Oars of the Maiden Voyage of HMS Friendship, Ye Mariner, Study this :. / As But a Play of Airs, drinking of the placid of affinitudes, at the heart quintupled glad charity of tydeinges of a Bagful of Blessings, - content - unneedy - divorced from the affliction of the rowing of the oars . . . Farewell, O Friendship of Oars ! Welcome, O Friendship of the Big Deep . . . You are in Truth, most entirely Welcome.

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