O ye ends of the Earth
Thou art asleep in thy mortality,
And, thy temporal Slumber
Has been long
Inside those flesh cocoons.

Awaken unto me
Ye souls of Oliblish and Enish-go-on-dosh,
That thy faith and good works
Might hasten thy emergence
Into the light,

And, that I might sit
Once again in sweet meadows

With butterflies.


6-12-06

~~~ Leaven ~~~

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