Sunday, January 09, 2005


Isn’t it good to know Winter
Is coming, not denying
The skylark its movement towards

Gradual disintegration? I am
Not like a man who says I am
Not interested in knowing

Who existed before me and yet
There is sometimes a dark
Companion who pulls, a castanet

Snapping talismanic, calling
The air into mass, I think I shall
Call him Procyon B

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