Things Worth Noting

Fred

this is the fall of troy, like olive oil, like a plague of frogs, like a bursting boil,

like a sodden fog stretching its leprous hands, porous veins

this is a sordid fable, disordered, mottled brown and taking on water,

an altar to an tar pit overgrown with dust, lurking in memory

in reverie, in the clever corners of history this is a lever to the new world

a bridge over the supernova and apocalypse, over the collapse, paved with

stone and blood and the grime of years and yearnings this is simpler than time itself

standing alone and unmoving and undevoured by fate and argument

this is an anvil of glass, the impossible and the inevitable, the end of explanations

the thing itself

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9/27/2008 10:22:00 PM

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