in memory things always have a glow
but at the time it certainly wasn't there
you get a sense of a long ebb and flow
that softens recall of the stifling air
and all the pain and every little care
that was confronted yet we have to see
we have arrived because we chose to dare
on the horizon stands a giant tree
the pain came on just like a heavy blow
with miles to walk and little day to spare
i held my head down and my heart was low
on endless road i walked towards the glare
of sunset little beast eyes on all sides stare
from the sharp agony i know i can't flee
i'm walking wakeful with my own nightmare
on the horizon stands a giant tree
all is in order i've been at pains to stow
all that i need but it seems just so unfair
the headache seems intended now to show
that i must endure that i've got to bear
the stabbing pain until i want to tear
half my head off i know that cannot be
this is exclusive this i will not share
on the horizon stands a giant tree
prince you've got carriages and carts to spare
the sufferings of your subjects here you see
we've heard so often that you really care
on the horizon stands a giant tree
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
21 January 2007
migraine
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