"Search XIX.

If not at Pesach, then at Yom Kippur, to raise a cup, next year in
     Jerusalem,
And set off again on Hajj neverending,
Never finding the Compostela road,
As the Tibetans measure their length and thrust their pebble
    forward,
As Indian fakirs roll on the earth,
As the ghosts of legionaries march their scalpel straight roads across
     Alba,
Those wearied on the Canterbury road, blood on the feet,
Those hammering at mountain-guarded Trier,
Those to Chartres in Marchtime, never doing last visible stretch in
     bare feet, peregrinationes on the Via Francigena,
Children of Jacob, Children of Anu, Children of the Prophet,
I search the people, all in their caravanserai. "

--Min*rva Victrix


"In the courtyard, the gallows were next to a child's swing." --Th* 3nds of th* 3arth


Karakoram Highway.