Friday, December 30, 2005
A vehicle for fully chosen “ears” follows the first “are”
I call out in desperation for a fighting chance at peace; I feel your disapprobation increase. Don’t deny the curse you laid upon my head as upon stone wheat bread I fed. Rehearse the verse you recite by heart as upon the basis of a false start I craft my art. If this be music to your ears, may all...
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