Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Yau Ywe-Hwa (Tang Dynasty)

Still He Does Not Come by Yau Ywe-Hwa (T'ang Dynasty) I have been here a long time, Waiting With silver candles And sparkling wine, Walking up to the gate And back again, Watching for him Till it's nearly daylight. Now the moon has set, The stars are few, And still he does not come. Suddenly wingbeats drum In the misty willows; A magpie flies off. In China the magpie is associated with happiness. In this case the happiness of the poetess is flying away.

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