Sunday, August 09, 2009
amice
we ask why the family is better, because the others are not:
the water is not, the stock is thicker.
such are the tunes that have been sung: thankless man
and creatures who crawl outside the house
outside our gates; away from our fences:
the mob in bloody reverence.
in this infestation, there are
no words found, no blood bound. but
hymns and pleasing fiction on their lips:
music to the ears; noise to the soul.
but when i have no benefit left of me
and less in yours, less for you:
that there is little now of you to tug on me
that there is little now of you to tug on me.
cuRRent...jer
ΒΆ 3:46 pm
we ask why the family is better, because the others are not:
the water is not, the stock is thicker.
such are the tunes that have been sung: thankless man
and creatures who crawl outside the house
outside our gates; away from our fences:
the mob in bloody reverence.
in this infestation, there are
no words found, no blood bound. but
hymns and pleasing fiction on their lips:
music to the ears; noise to the soul.
but when i have no benefit left of me
and less in yours, less for you:
that there is little now of you to tug on me
that there is little now of you to tug on me.
cuRRent...jer
ΒΆ 3:46 pm
