Saturday, 15 March 2008

Lie, Low

Let us dream, and keep dreaming
The eye waits for none
A steady hand, but faster writing
And time turns for one.

Wait, do you hear?
Exception breathes the wind
Again, another year
Disaster; have we sinned?

Only I, a step for
A breach in the wrong direction
Allowing for, only I
Far clearer face, complexion.

A rattle bought, considered long
Alive, but surely teething?
Beware the vice, a poisoned son
The man, betrayed and seething.

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