Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
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
¶ 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
¶ 3:46 pm
Amice,
If you are well, I am not.
Because the water is not, we ask why the stock is better. Such
are the tunes that have been sung: thankless man and creatures,
the great mob outside the house - - outside our fences - - no words
found - - no blood bound. But hymns and pleasing fiction on
his lips: music to the ears; noise to the soul. That,
When I have no benefit left of me - - and less of yours; less
for you - - there is little now of you to tug on me; there is little
now of you to tug on me.
Farewell, man and animal.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 2:44 pm
If you are well, I am not.
Because the water is not, we ask why the stock is better. Such
are the tunes that have been sung: thankless man and creatures,
the great mob outside the house - - outside our fences - - no words
found - - no blood bound. But hymns and pleasing fiction on
his lips: music to the ears; noise to the soul. That,
When I have no benefit left of me - - and less of yours; less
for you - - there is little now of you to tug on me; there is little
now of you to tug on me.
Farewell, man and animal.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 2:44 pm
