Thursday, June 12, 2008
Is it Universally Known?
Gazing the universe, my spy scope sights sparkling humility. Twere not for Venus’ radiance, Saturn forever a foreboding haze. Firmly planted; yet, my mind’s eye upon an orb’s sea of tranquility. I know my place is not here, cloaked in barren soil, amid my own futility. And I am etched upon the...
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FRETS?
In the crystal orb of the future, The past becomes clear, The present so insecure, A melodic overture becomes The blur; seemingly a fractured tablature. The frets, Play the tune! The tone, Double, single, then none! The instrument, A broken string unstrung! The words Co-mingle! The Message: A...
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