But blood and nerves are crucified too long, that I should find a sweet release in a song, not I to sing as free as birds, whose throat forms only human words. Come on shout! the brass sun said, the peacock sea screamed blue, the turkey houses red, sun and sea, they challenged 'come', the earth sang out, But I was dumb!
Monday, September 11, 2006
Think Again
They deem me mad
Because I will not sell my days for Gold;
I deem them mad
Because they think my days have a Price...
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