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Pole-Star
2-13-19

Overlooking ones own preserves
Soon time to make my sandwiches if the bread isn't stale or moldy
Great plan or no plan at all
Letting fly those numbers of pages produced by pious poets as to proclaim
This privilage fold at one-thirty
It doesn't need to get dirty
At twenty-seven I set my mind upon knowledge
Freed from all doubts in attaining through the odes
Number one thousand to drink tequila with Grandfather
In another lifetime now indeed I can begin to talk about it at fifty
To learn the laws of heaven hoping God will let me live another eleven
Bear with me a little folly.....





Draw False Swords
2-13-19

Draw your false sword
O, actor articulate another acquaintance nice to meet you
With a pen that would write going another round at it in Analects of analogy
In Conficious to this standard where joy already exists if you choose it
Flowing free another pen
Like salvation don't lose it among the wild palms
Bending in the wind but not breaking
I see no means by which to continue
So I go back to the main task in my post for parasite and her host
Setting Faulkner aside and pouring the coffee down the drain....