Posted: July 31, 2007 Filed under: arts Leave a comment
You who tempts my soul, beware
Not all who venture gently here
Would simply quietly stop and stare
Think this exchange mere wondrous queer
There, in the holes we do not follow
Uncareful paths we dare not take
Are deeper angry silences hollow
Which we may unguardedly shake
Remind ourselves in mutual-ness
To perils may place to make us tame
For thus our suit draws daggered-ness
From out there at us they take aim