Shaped like the fields
They fly through
Missed by the lightnings
That decend from fiery sky
Wander the grassy knolls
Without ever wondering why
Fortune pricks the pastures
Teachers in the green
Beneath their summer highhats
The animals covert themselves
In tiny fodder tents
Innoccents in cells.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Counselling is a Lie
Counselling is a lie You cannot hold space. Space is breathed Moved in Inhabited Moved within Space is sized Larger, smaller Sometimes too ...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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