Saturday, September 17, 2011

The substance of the prang.

The speechless variety must be moved;
It does not move itself.

Think of it as the block in the trunk of the prang.
Every so many thousand years it must be pulled from the shelf of its own body,
And along with the others rearranged--

You know, we err and lose the aspect of our humility in
Raw and witless daylight.

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