"Men almost always tread the path made by others and proceed in their affairs by imitation." - Niccolo Machiavelli

January 7, 1999

The greatest form of flattery an
insult to the      originallity
if-
and only if-
the sun will rise on the twenty-
first
day    Complicating - 
the interjection hurt through the
bloodied ear
                  away, away
  so leave it for it 
cannot hear those - sounds they do though
they have the perception of man-
in-the-moon Marigolds             New
time     re
growth    re
   new     re
    tell    re
be as it were a challenge
cutting through butter like 
a knife in water
     the weakest link in the
chain of sympathetic gestures
which -
                   though not felt
became part of the whole in
the THINK of things
 R I G I D
were the ties that bound the 
broken body to the
soul        again-
the child cried

'twas lifted through a garden
of the most convenient kind
NOT necessary was the Rain in Spain
that stayed in the plain...or was it better
- the plane?  Yes!    no matter they
never saw me anyway     hiding
  there
there
   -in the eye of the 
storm, there
 -where the strongest winds
cease       to blow and the
clamness is deafeningly sick
to my stomach

Peggy

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