about goats the classifieds are so sad when read fromabout goats by ~po
perspective of intention's goodwill; "They
need a good, safe home," rings so softly as
to be passed by reader,
but is the hardest line to write.
Sunny Morning into Night Enter:Sunny Morning into Night by ~po
Him, the lone surveyor,
His hands tightly clasping
an object of no significant
value.
Him:
Why do my hands
wrap so around this,
as though, through holding
this, I may somehow grasp
and grab and have and melt into
its stillness, its calm? I cannot.
This object, this, in hands,
I know not its worth, outside
the monetary (momentary) gain from which
I have given another, and,
yet, I know its worth will, in me,
as I now hold this, steady,
with no means but letting go--
Perhaps, if I allow it to, it will
fall, or perhaps it will stay,
if I am falling.
Enter:
They, the jester's mimic, aping
in their motion, holding no
VINCE (°ATTILA)
DEVIANTART & I, YEAR 6.
Sta.sh
