Sunday, May 24, 2015

Splitting Shadows

Let's get out of here. Tell no one.
Seek light within, for all here's shade.
It's possible Tocharian

Came from the steppes. It's possible
Irish warriors came from farmers.
Whatever the cause, let's seek it.

It's not the philologist's dream
That matters here, although it seems
Etymology rules these sheaves.

It's what a backward glance reveals
About the many from the view,
Shed, skill, and science, the same root.

Rejoice as we molder, sad shades.
It's human nature to apply
Prosody and analogy

Most when vocabulary's poor.
We're all vocabulary's poor.
The trees above us conceal us.

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