Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Grizzly oaths match thanks to destinations in that old death,
You create a loneliness in the river of time and tragedy.
If all of Spring and Summer were falling away adding solutes for all,
I cook him her and he master himself the lost revelry.
Proud are thoughtful ones, the clear and concerted, the non-apology,
Going again to answer quests by soothsayers, who study the flight of birds
And tell the reading gods to send down wind in the shape of storms.
They found me down river, downwards in the current of living,
Wasting away, finding clever solutions to the seasoning of the seasons;
Justice was in the making. I hold to that.