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· Monday September 10, 2007 ·

Observe

I’m going to do something a bit unusual (for me). Below are two verses of poetry I wrote over the weekend. There are lots of things I could explain about it, but just read it and tell me your observations, whatever they are. Then later on, I’ll respond.

Wheeling overhead I hear the ravens’ voices – which I have compared to the serpents’ bite: the poison, entering your ear finds its feeling – by degrees and choices ending in a fatal pagan rite.

God! the rider of the storm is their true master – who have sent us reeling, diving at our eyes. A countermeasure in the form of a brazen – symbol of disaster! we looked up and the demons ceased their cries.

“Treason is like diamonds; there is nothing to be made by the small trader.”
— Douglas William Jerrold (1803 – 1857)

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