Saturday, February 05, 2005

Poem: The Call

Come, call me. And answer, too.
Claim your prize and prize your claim.
I claim no fame or glory nor hold
great wealth in any currency
but that which only eons can invest.

There is no spending what I own,
no owning what I own,
no ownership or onus either.
Just stars in flight like crystaline spheres
on a well wound clock, that flicker for our laughter,
flicker for our tears, and do not falter, ever.

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