Friday, October 5, 2012


Across space's gasping, grasping chasm
A reach, a reason dim spreads weakly
Petals strewn upon bald ground,
Beyond every damndest damn flung
Forth gone, bottle corked and tossed
Bobs beyond cleft coast, a missive
Lost! But time's betrayer, Fate, or
Luck, or guided Hand, or any
Reason brought away to spread
My word. You found it, broke,
Responded - oh, you heard!

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