Sunday, August 16, 2015

Ale Forte

Thaun may live! Every creeping thing
Forever, every hunger borne immortal

Into the impossible wanting of wanting
Without unhappiness, the gratification

Of all desire, from the stars to the peasants,
The railway tramps of a century gone west,

The lubberlanders' homecoming at last,
The lame beggar's momentary belly fulfilled,

The mouse mystery on the common counter
Scoured of mysteries so that some may live.

Some may live.
Some may. Some day. Some may.

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