Sunday, August 12, 2012

Cassandra At the Kitchen Stove Mumbling to Herself

by Stray Doggerel 

The sudden of the slow is bred
In fellowed course entwined
And the first of far intention.
May you not know how never more you were,
But complain no more
Except noise by which you stand.
Blindness I talk, speak mingled.

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