you want to name this thing you cannot bear
it does not speak but silence has its weight
and in the end you know just how to fear
what we achieve begins at once to wear
but we have the compulsion to create
you want to name this this thing you cannot bear
another age might want to see you care
or think that you are just the toys of fate
and in the end you know just how to fear
the children all line up and want to cheer
they cannot see what's waiting at the gate
you want to name this thing you cannot bear
as you get older you learn not to stare
nor ever ask the price of all the freight
and in the end you know just how to fear
you have been told that you have to beware
both of the function and the coming date
you want to name this thing you cannot bear
and in the end you know just how to fear
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
26 April 2008
implications
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