verses in various meters about sundry themes.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

MY OWN PRIMEVAL NON-EXISTENCE

(written in iambic pentameter)

If space
Were made alonely but no things were placed
like crows in trees in "ex" and "wy" and "zee"
or wolves for whom crows watch and stand on guard
or dolphins none broke non-existent seas,
no changes cut the thread of fluid time,
my own eye watching not in that cold dark,
I would not mind, it would not bother me.

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