Day 53

5/9/2006

A slice of life and so cut thin
That shape contours once hid appear
Bespeaking thus of counter-view
To spread my shallow, silted pool
(More clever recompense).

Take time to till the tortured track
Towards the higher end
For rolling past will hollows go
(How soft the mud, how sly the snow)
And those behind will speak so kind
That my discard will quiver hard
As far-off regiment.

I will not pass the whole way through
To Glory's complement.
Take time to sift through memormist
The glitter of the truth.
(Yet tempted by a hurt deny
Could disengage your youth).

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