at the world's end we banish each desire
into the past and wait without pretense
knowing that what will come is only fire
you give us only what we most require
intending only that we show some sense
at the world's end we banish each desire
it took long years to move out of the mire
and longer still to build a good defence
knowing that what will come is only fire
you ask that we cease to hope and aspire
with peace and honour we must now dispense
at the world's end we banish each desire
no choice is left to sleep nor to retire
we're past the moment of cost and expense
knowing that what will come is only fire
you pay us off as worthy of our hire
thinking us merely plain foolish and dense
at the world's end we banish each desire
knowing that what will come is only fire
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
11 August 2008
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