Tuesday, May 17, 2011

3090. FORESTER

FORESTER
Can you follow me, oh Forester, through
all these chops and channels? As I link
behind the what's ahead to what will
follow and what will stay? The doorway
that looks like a gate is always open.
A trap it may be, but so what...it
is open and flowing and gay.
So many things, all jammed
together now in one
small moment.

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