Saturday, July 2, 2016

8358. HOLDING WELL THIS EDGE

HOLDING WELL THIS EDGE
I am, let it be said, still whole.
Holding well this edge  -  rapier sharp
stiletto blade that it is  -  and avoiding
the traps that would cut and slice me.
I too have confusion, knowing danger
is that near  -  and that I can only escape
by dumb luck. There is no craft this good.
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I am watching someone's servant. He
is standing fast while kneading some 
dough. Making bread; a kitchen chore, 
a task for sure. I can only say 
I do not like the modern day.

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