Pateresque in Extremis
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I remember, somehow, the vapours,
The smell of hay as strange music played,
A peculiar unveiling of notes,
As if a sculptor found a head in a block of stone,...
4 hours ago
Monday, February 22, 2010
accelerate and be done
accelerate and be done;
grown on a sapient tongue;
a time designed to abandon—
paltry monument
to those that have come;
one more to rescind,
yet another to shun.
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