Monday, May 01, 2006

22. "Tales of the Recent Future"

I wake at morn & go to sleep at night next to you
Uncomprehending i memorize the text of you

It is not from lack of languages or smarts that i
Like Kafka in the hive, find myself perplexed by you

The sun grows cold, the landscape turns to mud & shambles;
His arts fail, but never yet has Gray been vexed with you


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