Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 27.0: August 11th, 2007
He Said
by Belinda Roddie
He said, "Do you see the purple veins
of the heart of twilight, pulsing its way
into our eyes? Some day soon
it'll come into full contact with the moon
to create a new sunrise in different skies.
Come, follow the color
into the browning fields of summer,
where the reeds in so many numbers
sway from side to side like a bumbling fool
drinking his wine all the time,
and in these never-ending fields
of reeds where there's such nonsense
we'll reside.
Let's craft an instrument out of these
and play a tune and sing,
for life's too short to wonder why we do it
and too precious to wonder if we blew it."
The work you see here has only been slightly modified since August 11th, 2007.
by Belinda Roddie
He said, "Do you see the purple veins
of the heart of twilight, pulsing its way
into our eyes? Some day soon
it'll come into full contact with the moon
to create a new sunrise in different skies.
Come, follow the color
into the browning fields of summer,
where the reeds in so many numbers
sway from side to side like a bumbling fool
drinking his wine all the time,
and in these never-ending fields
of reeds where there's such nonsense
we'll reside.
Let's craft an instrument out of these
and play a tune and sing,
for life's too short to wonder why we do it
and too precious to wonder if we blew it."
The work you see here has only been slightly modified since August 11th, 2007.
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