ekkis
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poesi

poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Firefly
A dark liquid flows to my delight into its snifter from familiar bottle Poured adroitly by a lovely sprite whose smiles old hopes ignite In the dim light of firefly I struggle with ancient self questioning - wondering why we've met - what it might imply The beverage so anticipated remains wistfully untouched But I, all the same inebriated star-struck, spell-bound. Intoxicated. On the morrow she departs for a visit to the Eastern coast So it's over before it starts she's off to steal other hearts For a fortnight I await with bated breath, in expectation whilst my approach I machinate the words to deliver I debate What folly for a man to entertain desire to dream, hope or plan when these are all he can
Copyright © 2011 Erick Calder
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