Thursday, January 5, 2012

3391. LANDSLIDE

LANDSLIDE
Rocks and rubble, all this beneath
which we lie  -  don't disturb the
lay of this land, even as we search
it : a fossil tone that reminds us of
something else. I could have warned
you of fifty things, and even if ten
had come true my chances of
being right were probably valid.
Beware then the rub  -  the
mountain now sits on you.

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