It is my long fate
(and I have not tried to run)
to find your bright fire.
I now invoke all
songs, I now call all long drums
to the central ring.
It is time, this time
stripping the nonsense away
once, once and for all.
January 14, 2011 9:18 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.