Thursday, February 25, 2010

my was and i

my was and i

conversed at length.

he could not see me well

, hear me not at all.

i laughed at him

: strutfully he would vainglorious

but cry beneath the de(con)ceit.


rock-a-bye, i(feeling pity)told my was, :

pride and cried and greed are gone.

i laughed again

it

was

what

he

needed.


my was and i then looked

at my will

standing tall.

stronger than the two of us(me)

(i hoped, anyway),

w(i)e liked what we saw.

--i. pity d. fool

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