The Last Silver Koala and The Knorg
If you let go this timepiece
can’t save you, no match
for the Knorg. Timely
enough its make
can’t match you save
reverence for Dogma,
enough made of it
in grave event. Maiden
of Dogma referencing
all six of us lessened,
made gravelly. Eventually,
cent for fern, fern for cent
and all six of us lesser
a count of ourselves as dissidents
fern for cent, cent for fern.
This household
can’t count itself descendents
of those smilvered houses
nor all of this household
who might just let this go.
These smilvered households
wilt the scented ferns—
those who have let go.
Let see you fevered amongst
the will to furnish cents,
pocketed with ferns uncented, ‘til
seen with you against feverish
hiring, the youngest for sainthood,
pocketing, like ferns. Senseless.
There is no time machine
hired to make youth for sainthood.
Hold tight, all you, this timepiece;
time will only machine
for the Knorg. Proves timely,
such tight holding of a time piece,
lo if you let go this timepiece.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
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