there's nothing here the normal mind to shock
except the pain that comes from knowing light
no one should pause not even to take stock
only the idle need to watch the clock
the rest of us know that it will soon be night
there's nothing here the normal mind to shock
the city's built on sand and not on rock
its chances of survival are but slight
no one should pause not even to take stock
one last ship is still berthed at the last dock
across the water the wise should take flight
there's nothing here the normal mind to shock
no one could come now our escape to block
but we're not sure that fleeing would be right
no one should pause not even to take stock
no victory will come for those who mock
but neither will there be any delight
there's nothing here the normal mind to shock
no one should pause not even to take stock
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
17 September 2007
with extended view
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