Wednesday, March 21, 2007

So. A whittling whisper passed my path and watered the night away.
While wandering the dunes of dawn I passed the shores of clay
And a dwindling wisp of Aegean taboo across the iron moat
Once wed we there as lions flare from grass's ancient boat.

Ben
March 21, 2007

3 comments:

Alex said...

Is it just me or does that not make sense?

Azeltir said...

I should hope it does make sense, assuming you read the next post.

Ben

Alex said...

Well, I was reading and posting in chronological order. Now that I read it it makes sense.

By the way, you're such a nerd.