"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Days of old

Day Six: Write a valediction (a poem of farewell).

Peace be with
the way we used to live,
the way we opined
and, most of all,
the way we carried
and split ourselves.

The very best riddance
to all amendments
we made to our character
and other things
we need never have done,
if not for human nature.

We're better off without
certain bright flowers,
pollen spread like disease
and complexity reduced
to formula - more ways
to ward off the inevitable.

Playing on Spotify at this very moment:
Pepper Rabbit, Older Brother

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