fractions and fragments broken on the headof tiny knowledge things that have been turnedbetween swift signals when the court adjournedthrowing us out into the wider dreadof rotting time and weeds in the rose-bedsuch were the wages which our fear had earnedin the dry season while the forest burnedyou spoke and no one heard a thing you saidjustice requires a citizen must payfor all the pleasures and the sins of statesince honour's lash is straightforward and harshthis rule is clear there are no shades of greynor compromises on the road to fatejust noisy birds that call out on the marsh
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
26 November 2008
what has been seen
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