Thursday, 7 January 2010


Do you find it necessary
To contemplate the estuary
That carries all the chemistry

Or indicate the wish to be
Partaking of the mystery;
The curator of history

The fallacies are wont to lie
With all who care to fantasize
About the things they cannot

And anyone who can but leave
Displays the wares they have bequeathed
For able bodied heathens
To resent.

The source has everything in it,
Clear and indiscriminate,
Available to eliminate
The pain,

And such who can’t be overhauled
Are massacred against the wall
That wails and keeps the whole enthralled

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