The ApostlesA Poem by MontagThe Apostles They march in tight formation. They leap (in silken jumpsuits) as if to reach the beckoning sky. Calisthenics at dawn followed by cold baths to enhance their zeal they carry spears, long-shadowing spears but lay them down whenever they jump to attain the sky. As they march they move in unison they march in tight formation always speaking truth expecting nothing other than to be immortal through the virtue of their exertions for when they know a thing they know it and if we but emulate their spirit we may come to understand with Thales that all things are made of gods and it is from this that all else flows. © 2026 Montag |
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Added on January 13, 2026 Last Updated on January 15, 2026 |

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