Saturday, July 4, 2015

Old Man, recede into your shell
and stopper up that bastion well.
Cram your ears with lumps of dirt
and hide from all that serves to hurt.
Hear not the scream of wind and rain
nor heed the rising swell of pain
that overtakes all living things
(tho Change is what this agony brings).

The guard, the day, the aeon absurd
will alter as surely as the Word!

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