Friday, October 31, 2008

Conversation with a Kindred-Kindled Mind

Me- Cryptic art thou!
What fit takes the?
Where go thou?
To the open sea? To be free?
Release me, take me with thee, release me!

Me- The universe unites in verse
One verse

A- And song


And lives seem bitter and long

Yet find pleasure in baser things...
in silver cups and golden rings.
While around you the wiser wind and lark and stone and brook sing...

The Forgotten and Fore-gotten song.

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