Shakespeare:
“The world is my oyster, which I with sword will open.” *
I:
The world is my parchment,
With life but withered and blank,
Or words the page has faded.
The leafs of the book open,
She takes the ink from my pen with elation,
A page is set afire,
She consumes the ink with desire,
To quench the fire only to,
Wake inspiration,
Stir imagination,
The book has two dark days,
That is to say,
It did not create itself,
Nor can it uncreate itself,
The Passion is a mystery.
* The Merry Wives of Windsor act 2 scene 2
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