Tuesday, May 20, 2008

a pallid sense of the truth

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He's been on a tear of late. Mountains of output, but he isn't sharing. So I give you something ancient and distant and forgotten (really, this is not a recent work!).

a pallid sense of the truth

you hold my soul in hands that grip
cold steel and leather bands of inspiration.

what shall I give, what shall I live
as monument to that which you share?
a care, aware of my own mortality.
morality split like hairs of reason,
seasoned with the variety of life.
and I love you in a tangled way,
passion and pleasure and patience and pain
staining the seeming sackcloth of this hermit.

you hold my soul in hands that grip
cold steel and leather bands of inspiration.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved?

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