Pygmy rock bounder
Horned errant
As mists lifts
Burning away
Stratified
Immersed
Pledged woolly robed visitor
In secrets earnest
To charge enemies who
Advance in truest form
Train eyes sternest
Cry: "Forward --
“No retreat”
Woes freighted
As traumas converge
Valor splendid
On shoulders
In morning mists
As moon and sun
Set and rise
with moon wind between
ram heads
Filling sky
Barely above mists
Eye on eye
Brains of rams
and goat heads of the mists
leaping in sixth sense
high flying in gravity sixth
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
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