Plutarch
4-10-17
For Plutarch come square, come sphere
Pyramid and arch
I don't know what it means but it sound pretty
Always a part of the moon that sets at dawn full and red
Come brimstone we have hope
Behold this is the joy for knots in our zone
As the flood subsides
Remembering every living thing
Till he fills thine mouth with laughing
And the wicked comes to nought
Awful in such a state it keeps me learning
Then we shall hear Him
To say I have not seen thee twice bitten
By a dog on Hickory Road....
Another Snapshot
4-10-17
In memories of Maria
Not melancholy nor melodramatic
For they that hate thee
For your dwelling place
As atonement satisfieth
Behold this is the joy even of the wicked
Sunup lights out
As I wait for medicine
Two of every sort and seven of some
Come Japheth our extension
And Shen our name
Just on time, the medicine
For Han O, so warm
How great the holiness
For He knows all things
One day at a time
Behold the saints that complete this rhyme
Take a hexagon and double its sides
You are my rage!
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