The artist as vector, but where is his portrait? As a young, middle aged or old person?

Time slipped beyond the horizon

of being
an awareness
an inkling dawn
stretching over the mountain
Amleth contemplated
wondering about
the state
of the world
the affairs
of his mother had sprung
to his attention
his mind
whirred
with the possibilities.
Silence.
A timeless state.
Dead night. Not a mouse
stirring.
All quiet on the watch that night. As every night. Quietude.
Still.
A place like any other. Of no name worth retention.
Only language bound.
Time
Space
thus defined
limited
constrained
for the music bore no translation
the sounds slipped and sifted, sometimes silted
in the soft silence the sunlight shifted shadows beyond
where elsewhere was
light
here
remained
dark
brooding
foreboding
the mountain
was
and is
the challenge
which Amleth heard
as he contemplated the spider's web and turned
to meet himself
his thoughts
half way upon their twisting, turning course

he contemplated
changing
himself to
rise

meet the challenge

of the skies
thrown down
the gauntlet lay
in the dust
'til break of day
it would
lest
he now
by stealth and lust
lift
himself
from the dust
slip the sword
from the rust
and sticky shield of stone
in which it lay
waiting
for the break of day
was not far
now
still
no mouse
stirred
no house
stirred
neither
none had heard
his soft approach
death like
to the place where
he would
poach
the sword
from where it
lay
still
despite the morning dew
the stars hung
still
the silence seemed
heavy
with the words which weaved
inside his head
he pondered
and if the king were
dead
through the hand
not of fate
nor destiny
but some other gate
a murderous hand
stained blood red
then
should he not, Amleth, slip
the not, the thread about the murderous head
tie
the noose

pull
betray
his mother's wish
to lay
down
with him
whom had stolen his father's life, nay, wife
and more
steered the ship of state
the ship of yore
dreams
which lay
shattered
upon the wreath of yesterday.

Amleth pondered
stood
still
upon the battlements
bathed
in blood
red haze
the fiery moon
waved
beyond
the trees
drops red hung
hanging in the breeze
a murderous cry
filled the silent night-time sky

Amleth froze, blood chilled

his hairs rose
upon his arms
he sped
fearful
filled
with dread
that what was
to pass
had come
his hour now
had just begun.

Yet
as he spoke a silk soft prayer
words filled with light betrayed the hour
which dawned
as day-break hid
the dreadful deed
which his Id
told him had been done
intuitively
he had begun

yet could not fault the queen

her word, her work as yet
undone

For what
in her tormented mind their lay
the kindling embers
of younger days
for now pride and power spoke
louder than gunfire and smoke
her thunder roared
as
she weaved
a tapestry of dreams
to contemplate the cloth
her life's ambition
but floss
and foam
insignificant
except in her home
her head
there turned the movie
the web
of woven cloth
of words
the weft
the gaps, the thread
as envious thoughts sped through her head

to lift the crown of glory high

Amleth wondered
why

't-was thus
affairs of state
driven by lust
greed
for ever more
stuff
to fill the chests of war
where blood
would
flow
yet the queen and courtiers never
go, nor venture to the scene
of carnage
where screams
hollowed out the sound
of emptiness
above the ground
where frozen stares in stone transfixed
resounded
with the image which
once glimpsed could never be
forgot
until the sea
had washed, cleansed free
the pain
the gasp
eternity
enslaved
yet
to be

or not

to dwell
exist
within
the shell
belief
would have it
conscience
the mindset is the thing
to build
a mouse
trap
fit
to catch
the
owning
up
to the dark deed
done
not by the king
alone
but he
acting under duress
passion's gaze enthralled the queen
drew her in
to his maze

as he himself
reflected
her lights

the pair
betrayed
his rights
shattered
dreams
revenge
now
seemed
the only course
which lay
open
to his pride
his guile

yet he
a learned much instructed man
was far from wise

disregarding
Athena's guise
of peace
he strove
to restore self
esteem
build
a picture
of his conquest
his way
to glory
where only vain hopes lay

like boulders he would leap

to ford the stream of life
death would keep
a distance while
the torrent was not yet strong
but
once the furies unleashed
a hell let loose
who then could breach the farther
bank
safety reach?

Blood-red
stained
guilt-ridden hands of fate
twisted and turned
as the soft path of peace was
spurned

Admitted
the idea
allowed
to enter
in
to
the stream
of consciousness
the thought
to root
established
a grip
a hold
which was
to grow
nurtured by the desire
for vengeance
blood
would flow

further than the stones cast

as consequences
outlast
outlive
those who perpetrate
foul deeds
later quake
regret
seek
justification
words which
will somehow absolve
wash, cleanse
admonish
atone
help
them to forgive
yet in forgiveness lies the goodness which lives
in each and every one of us
fore
to forgive is
to forget
accept
allow
the human
element
to being how
we are
not gods yet
seek
to enact roles
which only gods may speak
with ease
as all realize
behind the scenes, the masks, there lies
the harsh reality hid
the shambles which slid
ship-wrecked
tumbled
jumbled
from which
we vainly try
to reconstruct
ourselves while
the stormy sea doth toss and heave
the dreams lie
shattered
or so it seems

less we forgive
in giving
let, allow
humanity to raise
its ugly monstrous head and gaze
upon the carnage hid
beneath the stone first cast
in vengeance
which did outlast
the gest
as indeed the earth may be
a stone
cast into eternity
to wait
out-spin her fate

amidst the stars, the sun, the moon, yet slide

towards the black holewhich lies
beyond
the boundary of that which is
known, though hid

Yet in observing, contemplation bore

the fruit of wisdom
of yore

whose seeds
implanted
in the wit
of Yorrick
the jest
of fools
bequest
a worldliness
wise
the words of he who strives
not
to conquer, nor stoops
to base tricks
to roost
upon the top-most perch
to boost
the self-esteem which drives
the words, the truth, the lies.

In contemplating, the events unfold

themselves
the actors
their stories told
retire
a while
yet seek
to enact the parts their words speak

less than the consequences of their deeds

for nature herself heeds
the truthful, the just
who think, reflect, trust
in values sound
where love, honesty, charity abound

Thus Amleth strove

to conquer the mountain in himself which rose
ever from the sea
of sub-conscious thoughts
where dwelt the essence of what it is
to be

aware,
capable of choosing
a path
a course
to follow
one's true
north star
watching
from afar
be guided
told
by the silence
which words unfold

betwixt the gaps

the dreams
ambitions rise
between the words
the truth, there lies
the rub
the nub
the heart
of the matter
the core
the fulcrum
of yore
tale tonight

for time is old

and
as dawn arrives
I myself
take flight.....
a tale-bearer I be
beware, be warned
for I may sometimes see
the shape
of that which was, which is,
to
open
as a possibility
an opportunity
a door
a window through which to gaze
reflect
yet bullets my words will not deflect

beware be warned
the truth doth come with horns fit
to en-skew the perpe-traitor
whose wit
belies
the innocence his variation of the truth
yet denies
alternatives
as he strives
to plot a course, through the tangled web of
lies, whys and wherefores which hid
the silver sword
which rings true
upon the stone standing
anew
anon
by Agemennon
Ramses
Ulysse
Hector
Confuscious
Toltec
Aztec too
let forgiveness steal
over you
like dawn
spread
wisdom's silence
inside your head

think
just
thoughts
just
think
wink
wait
blink
in the batting of an eyelid
link
words which weight
the silence of the spate
the torrent, the gush, the rush
let silence softly hush
the sleep
the rest
which thee seek.

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translated from the Gaelic
by wizcj 7.8.10
where the water may be forded
Eire, Ayre
'Ere,
ère
ear
'ere
now,
wow!