My dear friend by day and foe by night
Expose your brutal force of vivid thought
Or logic rather, fancied mighty bright
In your grey-simmered life, and tie the knot
To slash the rest with guilt, or feel
That's pity filled for joys unjoysthed and
Dreams undreamthed, until capsized to grave.
Yet nature unescaped, believed of being clay,
That of creator’s hand, and rat-remembered.
Remembered not by spirit but the flesh
Of fertile groins decisionlessely punctured.
And of unsaid, unsung, not done but often
Thought as madness of the others gone astray.
Your mind that never was, and earthly margined,
Received at birth for abdomen right functions
Did prevail. It did succeed. I’m pity full
And place creators’ hand untouched, unbound
Word of mine not for rodent’s ears, as for
The future rite, were you come back to life.
Ratiocination
© Copyright: Fern, 2003
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And what can one deduce from this? One may
conclude that you have found a knotty way,
obscure enough and not for rodent’s ears,
a rite of coming back. Applaud and cheers.
Борис Старосельский 27.07.2003 06:21 • Заявить о нарушении
conclude that you have found a knotty way,
obscure enough and not for rodent’s ears,
a rite of coming back. Applaud and cheers.
Борис Старосельский 27.07.2003 06:21 • Заявить о нарушении
Duce not applauded cheers pal.
Refer your righteous self to cure
Vital, and thoughts saidsome by
These gone beyond and prominent, to
Draw upon for verdicts mightily idle.
Fern 27.07.2003 10:29 Заявить о нарушении
Refer your righteous self to cure
Vital, and thoughts saidsome by
These gone beyond and prominent, to
Draw upon for verdicts mightily idle.
Fern 27.07.2003 10:29 Заявить о нарушении