Ninth Post

Rediscovering an older me; Sykik the Lyricist

I am, like Voltaire, a man of a thousand pen names. Ages ago, I was a boy. In those days I used to write poetry. And, as a more than occasional delver into the shamanic depths of the mind, I named myself - that self of me - Sykik. I know.

But I was then also it seems a hopeless romantic.

Recently I discovered I had maintained a blog of poems. Here it is: https://sykik.wordpress.com

Some are not so bad.

Here is one of them, sung by my Cybernetic Collaborator. Since I live every moment now in the shadowed anticipation of death, this is how I will now immortalise the silent suffering of my heart.

Sykik rises. Alas, he was never gone.