The Narrator’s opening speech, from The Trace Beginning

As the narrator is my office here,

Hot bold arrivals mine are to declare.

Behold the glories of the modern world!

The populace that ever better lives,

The tamed wild, the unsure but mostly peace:

Once rare gold dreams now succour everywhere.

O for a pen electric, like past bests,

To write bequests of genius and time.

Yet how can sense in still humility

Begin even to dream, to dare, to find

The faintest trace beginning of the rage

To write more words upon already’s page?

Here let us, bowing, kiss submission to

The bracing raced creative calendar.

Here let us not on yesterdays defer,

But to the brazen dawn and prospect hitch

The wonder, love and gamble that seeks Spring.

Forgive, o kind chance audience, the peradventure

Stumbles that a trainee scribe

Makes on the way to verse. Bless hope’s benign

Reception on all this, and let us see

Together whether wordflow glorifies.

Let on it vault the secrets of your mind.

It is not pixels, but imaginings

Together that construct all wonderment.

Where words speak height, then let your vision see

The eagles and thrust flight of majesty.

Now no more introductions, let’s go on.

Let wordflow paint its glory in the air,

And so to a quick story let’s repair.


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