Madrigal Posted July 9, 2008 Report Share Posted July 9, 2008 These clattering heels Announce the turning of the wheels From which come endless sounds of rails Turning within my skull?s entrails. Turn like the feline chases prey, Thus ever learning to obey The laws of hunt and dexterity And honing skills, gaining ability. But like the scurry rat That is the plane of wisdom, flat My yearning falls for it And gains no vantage. And so I shall remain unwise, Searching ever for a paradise Brought only by the knowledge Of an epiphany?s sacrilege. Link to comment
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