An unwieldy rule, this decaying retainer,
A firmament-mouthpiece: that old confidence game
All fallacious, presume trite tautologies' precedence
Aught anomalous evidence tossed, meanwhile, aside
Aching dissonant minds: everyman-ostracization
Allows for no haystack; this needle, let lie.....
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Forfend
tags:
poem,
stream of consciousness
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