these are the ones who know the hidden name
we do not heed their warning as we pass
so all too soon we fall into the flame
too soon we hunger for praise and acclaim
and do not think the chink of gold too crass
these are the ones who know the hidden name
the chase itself we count as far too tame
and think ourselves early put out to grass
so all too soon we fall into the flame
those who would think an explanation lame
have never been stuck deep in the morass
these are the ones who know the hidden name
this is no trickery late in the game
we do not pay you off for cheek or sass
so all too soon we fall into the flame
yours is the secret not the pride or shame
the value's not contained in weight or mass
these are the ones who know the hidden name
so all too soon we fall into the flame
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
15 April 2008
out into the world
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