Friday, July 1, 2011

If I May Consider

If I may consider this only a long sleep,
Than I may have hope for a waking.

But if this mist will not be blown by wind
Or steamed by sun
Or battered by a pattering of rain,

Then I must fall, nesh as a lamb, into the lap of the earth.
And forget my dreams of climbing
In dreams of burrowing. 

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