Monday, July 4, 2011

The origin of a ballad.

Loyal ears were cupped that way biologically--they foundered to hear it--

A whirr grew out of a bellowing.
The cause was pitifully faint, said by

Wings no less brittle than they were certain.

It was a song owing to the marbling sky,
Or if more discernible it might've proven, conversely,
The sky owed itself to it.

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