Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Bandwidth

Zero hour nine AM
A bolt of thought
Lightning-strikes
The dusty ceiling
Of my fixed abode
To the sultry cries
Of the flute and oboe
Accompanied on
The bongo drums

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