Wednesday, October 14, 2009

a softness far aloft

over the ravenous din of greed and heat and power

every soul his own tyrant

every tyrant his own worst victim

though they kill us incidentally

we must dodge their thunderous falls

we--like me--who aspire in some measure to

that softness far aloft

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