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Posted by K on August 11, 2002 at 21:14:46:

~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Wishing to entice the winds,
from railing cross the sea –
a dreamer dreamt –
a tamer’s tempt –
that tempests ceases to be.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~
An x, a y, a dot or so-
equation’s game he’d play,
perhaps to find the sacred sea,
where wind creates the rain.

But summing all, subtracting nought
he found the giant sum –
where nightengales perform their song,
for each and every one.

~ ~ ~ ~

poem2: Untitled

~ ~ ~

a scarlet sun
set on the walled
horizon no one loves-
beyond asylums
for the sane,
who cattle prodded doves-
into a line for blinding,
only for causing pain-
and past a field for drowning lambs,
whose tongues were parched for rain.

~ ~ ~

untutored in the dismal things
the innocents went out
because the stars were shining bright-
of this they had no doubt.
and so they danced beneath the skies,
that dark and starlit eve;
and all of them have since then died,
and soon the stars will leave.

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