Monday, September 15, 2008

Wide World Poem: Paradocks

CONSIDERING for litmag

When your bones start to creak
and they call you a freak
just fall,
its all right now.
When the wind in your hair
stops raping the air
and it takes you where you wanted to go?
you know that the fiend and the
simple thing
are unfolding and starting to show.
Take the act for its word
If you haven't heard,
It ain't Knowledge
its not needing to know.

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