Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Passing Through

Hello Friends!

I'm afraid I don't have much for you today. I have been quite busy doing the "domestic things" one needs doing after getting married. I promise a large and sweeping article on Thursday. For now I will give you a poem to sate your thirst:

Do not Mourn me, I am not dead
But alive in some place where ink
is infinite in color.

There the emerald sheen glows
Than star light. Burns hotter than
stars brighter than any star before it.

The world Changes, symbols
live in the streets below us,
wondering if it's safe.

Metal men, and caped crusaders
hide for life
cannot find it. They fear the modern man.
Men posting signs that things will change
that means. They can't see in front of their
own faces any more.

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