CharonA Poem by Manche
In the shadow, behind the tree,
on the meadow, bend your knee, down the valley, up the stream, flat bedrock, hear me scream, bellow the heavens, toward hell, dark tunnel, wishing well; fellow traveler listen well, no chance given, could you tell, on a knife-edge, head or tail? © 2014 Manche |
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