Over the chilly dale.
Seen. What you know is only manifest
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
And off the white smoke swims
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
Wheezing ravens, when
Dismal, endless plain?
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
Writhing their stunted limbs,
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
By trees?or might see as the masonry
At these masses the snow hides from me.
Shadows keep piling up as surfaces
To run, as in the time of the bee, seeking
They move against, or through, or by, or toward.
This third day of our January thaw,
The form sought for centuries by
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
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Some spam is just too tasty to toss. This showed up at my work today. Read it slowly and softly. Let the gentle rhythm take you away to tranquil places. Then delete it.