Wednesday, August 24, 2011

With which We deal

* With which We deal *
Words on words on words
Laying prose or poetic wall
Glued together by rhythm and idea
Pursue each other down rabbit-hole
To conclusions or just wonder
The paradoxes strangely real
In our world with which we deal
For all our civilised manner and ways
How far from anarchy do we stray
The threads of society as
The bricks of story built
So easy can tumble to disarray
Lack of concentration or ignorance
Or perhaps in malice we stray
Toward a drop where all shall fall
The final ending of a final all.

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