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The sun is up.
And time is woke.
All the busy flurry floating,
All the hurry, headied hosts,
All the sky and Earth and travels,
All the thoughts through head that go,
Every patient, perfect person,
Every war and cruel joke,
Every laugh and feeling smile,
Every dream and distant hope,
All are covered in your shadow-
Science Mother, thinking most.

                    -c. c. Condry
 Oct 2010 Abigail Sherry
Jowlough
You can go on your direction,
You can choose your operations,
but make sure it's worth the mission,
worth turning down my decision.

You know what I wanted,
with my suggestions that you've bended,
You knew what is the right path,
now get rewarded with pure wrath!

Look at the outcome, Go see!
drowning in regrets, move on,let it be!
What i have been telling you is not an order,
All for your sake, come out of your borders!

Pardon me for the words, It's for the better,
I Just wanted the even-fair weather.
Everything's for your benefit, it's true,
If I could only catch your burden, then I'll do.

Please hear this plead, I am telling,
Please learn how to listen, I am wishing.
Please re-consider,  for the nth time,
I hope that after the constraints,  you'll be fine.
Please reconsider for the nth time (C) Oct 3 2010
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Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory

As he defeated—dying—
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
Time then to make a
home in wilderness.

What have I done but
wander with my eyes
in the trees? So I
will build:  wife,
family, and seek
for neighbors.

                     Or I
perish of lonesomeness
or want of food or
lightning or the bear
(must tame the hart
and wear the bear).

And maybe make an image
of my wandering, a little
image—shrine by the
roadside to signify
to traveler that I live
here in the wilderness
awake and at home.

— The End —