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Jan 17, 2005 23:08

Kill Wilkinson

Hold on tight to the last two pennies
Even left with only that and multiplicity
Infinity is possible
[Sir, re-enter the forge to sharpen the blade
It could shake the towers of the world
If fashioned with passion and tenderness]

Opening up the dusty closet
To a forgotten storeroom of memories,
Are they forgotten? No.

[Only as a fisherman forgets the sea
After decades wandering the mountains
In search of Atlantis:
A temporary loss of vision]

The empty-empties spill out
Like garbage on the sidewalk
We rush away and fly into the hills
Pursued by three historians
Documenting this absurd adolescence

The night was so calm and clear
And now the astronomer looks with one eye
Upon the galaxy
Calculating the distance to a faraway flight
Surprised by the figures
Showing it to be within his room.
They always add up wrong
But the truth is finally accepted

[Years of boredom, repetition and drudgery
Come to an end with discoveries such as this.
The search always ends with “One more day in hope”]

www.thetasteofsilver.com

or search on www.hxc.com

ARLINGTON KIDS REPRESENT DAMNIT!
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