Axioms

Axioms is a collection of poetry written without bounds in subject, but with rigidly defined structure, something that is not often associated with prose poetry. The work has been described as reading almost akin to scripture at times, being humorous at others, and helplessly tragic--and all on the same page. Nectarhoff displays a wide, almost limitless range of styles in Axioms, and this book will inspire, enthrall, and even haunt the reader for years to come. 


--Axioms Ai-Aii-- 


Do not weep above the pyramids, for pain is in the mind, and it rests beneath the crypt. Your conjecture has been deduced to dust, and it does not sound. We understand; we simply do not care. Each of the relevant aspects has been assumed and appropriated, yet all the books in the world would be insufficient to right these wrongs, regardless of their relative merit. Even the sharpest whip is nothing unless it has been wrapped round the proper wrist. We feel no sorrow for you here, and there is no longer any hope. You may leave us now. 


The shape of the grain was decided long before the earth was born. Wheat and barley and rye; they’re all the same. For it is not the bread that matters, but the seed. And this seed was spilled down from the stars early in the dawn, when the sky was red and the sea was, too. The farmer does not sow the seed, although he is the reaper, for he wields the scythe that cuts the stalk. It was written long ago that he would reap what was sown, and it is by the book that the field was tilled.