Thursday, November 24, 2005

Tall Order



Standing up to time,

As he vanishes beneath your fingers.

Sheepish motions of your making.

Posters peeling, shaking.



Standing up to nothing at all,

Reaching skyward, earthling... lingers;

Banishing the baneful wreath

Waneful bleatings waking.



Sab

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