Sun scars if it should
Rays are delt
And heat the wood
Warm fuzzy hot felt
Sudden tremors thud
And ground implosion
Thousand year flood
Vast oceans frozen
It's what they say
But got a while yet
No need to pray
Or shiver and fret
Nothing's certain
Though it sounds trite
Got faith
In some invisible might
Right now, this moment
All is firm
This power sits and waits
Every second deliberates
Saturday, April 4, 2009
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