knowing the rules tells when they can be broken
how they are used and what they really mean
knows what is real and what's merely a token
what's there for show and what will work unseen
the music stops and words that shortly follow
are still smooth sounds though never quite the same
yet when they go the space seems cold and hollow
dangerous and wild though really very tame
when rocks are wet they have a darker hue
than when they're dry and clearer in the light
that's old i know and you seek something new
to stimulate you make you ready for new fight
the lives that count the ones that need no plan
are far beyond the grasp of ordinary man
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
19 November 2006
elementary message
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