In the laughternoon
The settling son sorrows
The thousand and one
Bosoms of Artemis
Away walking
The slight blush our ladye's
Waye away lousy deer!
Away you Elders!
Sway away - false economics
From the lien of the loan
To the bust of the bank
The surface is beautiful
Dazzling - but underfoot
Only corruption and death
The view from here
Seem limitless
Far into space
Far across the future
But when one looks down
Everything stands on a motion
Of death - a motion to despair
Or the jenny sister would
Mouth it - Windmer day
When all would speak
And be taught shame.
an ymaginaire blog
(Hobarts Colden Eupraxia)
nel tempo de li dei falsi e bugiardi
If someone were to say that ignorance is a lack of understanding, he is mistaken. Ignorance is the condition of being wretched and beguiled.
Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Afternoon
I wrote this sometime. just over a year ago. looking over some stuff and i thought, i like this one. so here it is.
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