herewith we name all fears and see them die
our breaths are deep in the fresh morning air
few clouds now pass across the bluing sky
not far from here the towers rise up high
not foggy now we see them all quite clear
herewith we name all fears and see them die
what's needed most we cannot simply buy
and yet we will not find the price too dear
few clouds now pass across the bluing sky
nowhere do our conclusions seem more sly
than in this place where we confront our care
herewith we name all fears and see them die
our friends and colleagues now we do not spy
all have been captured by the morning's snare
few clouds now pass across the bluing sky
and yet we're frightened that our hopes will lie
we're still uncertain of the growing year
herewith we name all fears and see them die
few clouds now pass across the bluing sky
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
20 February 2007
sitting here alone
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