Monday, 22 September 2014

Paradigm (Poem)

Sokah. I'm well outdone... Run run run run.
She could haveth help me. Alas not afraid I'me.
So time becometh palce and place becometh rhyme.
Rhythm gets old and wild, I fall in love for one last time.
Time passes one as you smyth a singable song, from around earth,
From around mind, from around hearth.
You bow to Buddhas when they kneel, they kneel when you bow.  

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