Friday, September 03, 2004

Note to the Ancients

Just looking up made you ripen with song,
and fling your souls to the celestial heavens -
Well, my frequent flyer miles got me in.
I was safely strapped with twelve pounds of luggage
and backup oxygen in the overhead bin.

You saw up here the perfect horse, the tri-angle's right,
the music of the spheres, pi complete.
I'm afraid I missed all that.
I didn't have a window seat.


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