somewhere is the lower form of fire
each heart beating in time to make the tune
we move towards the nobler and higher
our tools are founded on what must transpire
we pass the realm of jester and buffoon
somewhere is the lower form of fire
you cannot think to question or enquire
on matters happening beneath the moon
we move towards the nobler and higher
the thing we kept right here whole and entire
in effort to maintain and to commune
somewhere is the lower form of fire
yours is the goal to which we must aspire
but we can't see it as a kind of boon
we move towards the nobler and the higher
now every winner turns out a liar
the golden prize completely picayune
somewhere is the lower form of fire
we move towards the nobler and the higher
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
08 March 2008
lower form of fire
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