waters are turbulent but still most deep
there's nothing here that can serve as a mark
to show that we weren't just here for a lark
the signs of duty over pleasure creep
there's so much that we simply cannot keep
the options are as always simply stark
we listen but the dog just will not bark
and nothing serves to disturb our warm sleep
easy in attitude we still must wait
for ordinary time to have its say
before we can refill the empty pail
there are no strangers hiding by the gate
yet passage is uncertain on the way
and no one has come back with any tale
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
30 November 2007
never lie still
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