November 25, 2010

re: txt poem

As citation beyond today will see aright
neglecting all but the greatest tombs
left behind our varied fits
is it fitting we grin bemused along

Here to think as armistice that
lasting testament But the syllable of
carved love we leave in abandoned caves
is outlasted if not term-limited

As it is the first flurry and in the fat black tree
there is the fat black squirrel
stammering about territory
and topping off various cache

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