Saturday, February 16, 2013

4129. YOU'VE GOT TO MAKE THE CONNECTIONS

YOU'VE GOT TO MAKE
THE CONNECTIONS
Strange acolyte who runs humming, finds
light where darkness dwells, come home with
me. There are strummings in this oasis - all
those harmonic chords you may once remember
hearing. And these are marvelous things.
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All momentary, the long and tedious days
drag on - that river running by us seems to
know its way, on its own, lone and sedate,
and not without another curious nature.
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Could I but find that clue which would lead
me homeward bound, I'd file that note in the
letter bag you carry. As it is, we each need
make our own connection - come with me,
tarry not. I note the postman passing.

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