7/01/2006

Duty

Every so often, I make
an instant, infinitely

making

in spite of myself,
a memorable circle

(etern-fully)

How lucky to laugh
in this most-fear;

have you

questioned the immense
advantage of the fool?

Somewhere, while
the thought-less

breath...

slow, hushed,
slenderly

the blossom,

(a metaphor
for duty)

opens air.

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