each is in turn a giver of good names
assigned to govern within lines of light
with eyes keen focused on the simple flames
it never does just to admit your aims
before the last bright bird has taken flight
each is in turn a giver of good names
we might have chosen to make larger claims
and kept our targets always in plain sight
with eyes keen focused on the simple flames
instead we set things out in complex frames
and made our object something of a rite
each is in turn a giver of good names
it's not enough to say we banish shames
and curses for we have not been forthright
with eyes keen focused on the simple flames
we turn our purposes into vain games
our chances of survival seem but slight
each is in turn a giver of good names
with eyes keen focused on the simple flames
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
21 August 2008
an older sort of burden
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