2003 Poetry

murky moon surmounts my membrane

blurry horizon webs my vision

adrift to the east in misty wish

I look at my musty book

finger turning the folio

blotted with tears and leers

a fusion of folly and glory

pages of which is borne by

fallible indemnity and with

puckered wits wilting slowly

grace of wisdom--purloined by days gone by

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written 07/25/03

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