defined by means of what the magic says
we do not let the hours turn into sheep
but slowly into corners they might creep
while we are confined to the higher ways
those other actors in these slower plays
have yet to tell us is the seas are deep
but we are eager to live on the cheap
without the sight or odour of bouquets
now here or there we name the monster life
that eats the light and darkness without pause
it leaves no marks for anyone to see
but we reject the horror of this strife
demand that all submit to equal laws
and force the whole to obey and agree
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
26 January 2008
what the magic says
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