a terror that comes from the edge of dark
no matter what we say it will not leave
there's no accounting for just how you weave
our choices are not clear but still are stark
we leave the invoice to the waiting clerk
since it won't matter if you do believe
or if you don't then we've no cause to grieve
you build the castle and we make our mark
with words unheralded the truth declare
of how the mountain came to have a tail
explain the problem and then take your ease
leave the slow thinker sitting in his chair
resigned once more to hearing the old tale
and with a fork pick up the toasted cheese
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
11 November 2007
trample the dragon
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