Saturday, July 11, 2009

464. SCAVENGER HUNT

SCAVENGER HUNT
Beastly portability, extravagant claims.
Such are the dreams of the huntsman at night :
deep, dark woods wherein the ogres reside,
coaxing dreams from daylight and extremes
from twilight; anxious animals hover near the
grate. I am listening with one ear to something
Sibelius wrote - a great northern suite, a tune
of Karelia, marked much without rhythm yet
harnessing a beat. It reminds me of evil and Hell.
All together, like this, some nightmare gathers
within the folds of my cloak.

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