Silas Thorne
01-17-2009, 04:14 AM
New islands wait, close-gripped by fauna.
We, bronzed by the dream-sparking sky
trim ourselves rugged
sailing, for not some
bookstruck butterfly dream
flat as the ten pincakes of Pan
but for a scene,
sharp as a marble Tenet
tagging zig-zag zorro to meet all comers
in the place where we stand
and deliver.
We, bronzed by the dream-sparking sky
trim ourselves rugged
sailing, for not some
bookstruck butterfly dream
flat as the ten pincakes of Pan
but for a scene,
sharp as a marble Tenet
tagging zig-zag zorro to meet all comers
in the place where we stand
and deliver.