Wednesday, April 30, 2014

5308. NEVER MIND THE MEDDLING

NEVER MIND THE MEDDLING
The cavernous bear is sleeping anew : the animal
in its wide cove, safe lair. I'm eating crackers right
over its head. No matter, never mind. My human
blood tracks nothing now. 
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I've entered these storybook pages wearing nothing
but skin and bones : a fine and perfect cover for what
I want to be. Dangers are coming along, at each turn,
 I know. I can withstand it all  -  the broken foot, the
broken arm. We make parables and analogies all.
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They do the work of a hundred fine men. The slumber
that ends in fire : Hirsohima, Nagasaki, coming home.

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