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needles needling needlessly with little thread... or much of anything else...

(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Friday, May 13, 2005

SILENCE OF GIANTS 


The elephants agonized over their fate
though they knew no other
some said they’re must be something else to life
than this
most said
this was their fate and their fate was their fate
and that was that.

Two principal factions formed
in this mass of flesh
within these flapping ears trying so hard to fly
unknowingly
from trunk to trunk
from tusks to tusks
from roars to roars
the arguments went on through the day and through the night
unstoppable and forever on
and so unnervingly around the clock
that another faction formed
the third and fatal one:

The worshipers of silence
who knew not what silence was
but could only imagine
the beauty of an hour of uninterrupted silence.
Posted by: François Pointeau / 23:06
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