your's is the voice that speaks within my mind
in the silences i need to shatter
when other voices have long ceased to matter
and all the normal senses have gone blind
leaving behind the creatures of our kind
we pass those guardians whose wholesome chatter
fades into the surrounding clatter
and teaches us just how we were designed
all this is just to measure the one line
that each of us must in turn simply take
to find the one thing on which all depend
not that decision which you can't divine
which leads you always to plump for the fake
and pick the option which you can't amend
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
23 February 2008
sine nomine
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