Where better to start than the beginning? Our humble, unreliable narrator Scattermane should help orient you and serve as guide on these early steps of your journey:
The Chronicle of Scattermane
The Chronicle of Scattermane,
The nattering Thane,
Jumped-up,
Styled self-fully,
Bend me your ears,
Do listen carefully,
For I cannot re-explain,
The words fall out wilfully,
And they won't return,
After the train,
Leaves me.
My gods already,
I've half-forgotten,
All twisted,
I've grabbed the wrong'un,
And it's led me,
'long path down garden,
Past bull-horned gate,
Past where the stick ended,
Got that shiny twine in hand.
Oh!
That focuses me,
Puts me back,
In betwixt it.
'Tis the silver twine!
Always pulls me back,
Onto nexial line,
Don't you crack,
All'll be made fine,
Whatever the slack,
Of the great twine,
it does return me,
At ends to mine.
I am no mere..
Catastropher,
Don't see thru the eye of time,
Why, I
Remain an humble on-looker,
Who has, at last,
Glimpsed the Rhyme,
From my oblique seat,
Way off, in the margins,
Only a footnote, replete,
With ummings and arrings,
No feat,
Nothing to etch in the main,
No claim nor action of fame,
I Chronicle the First Pain,
Of the fear that it towed,
Original sin of First Thane,
Wretched, mangled, bowed,
He who, tore hisself in twain,
And squandered his birth-right owed.
Oh watch me natter,
Round & round the blooded stone,
Coo little babe,
What's a'matter?
Compose,
Regain, omniscient tone,
Got some mettle in your bones,
And for certainly have you atoned,
Seen the rugged lords on them
Entropic Thrones,
Shirkers, the lot of them,
Better blood is your own,
Take your place, next to theirs,
Sorry,
Who are you, again?
The Emergent Sea 