A Creature, Like a Song

Something that is nothing true to form it glides to Sun and Set East to West Least to Best A Creature, like a Song cacaphony in melody a crescendo, decrescendo strident, stringent chords, hyperbole it cannot see it travels aimlessly and yet with purpose toward inevitability it cannot see it cannot see and yet it knows and yet it knows of one sure fact one sure fact Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 07:13 PM PST   0 • 10