witnesses came again,
reminding the words are there,
black and white, the finger writ,
he said, in the beginning it was so.
then having spake moved on, with
language unbeknown. how did
they let it happen, the flood, how
did the house surrender. a holy
place. a place of conversation, stuff
of the age, no empire building here.
there was scarambled egg, and a cabinet
pudding waiting.
sbm.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
witnesses came again,
reminding the words are there,
black and white, the finger writ,
he said, in the beginning it was so.
then having spake moved on, with
language unbeknown. how did
they let it happen, the flood, how
did the house surrender. a holy
place. a place of conversation, stuff
of the age, no empire building here.
there was scarambled egg, and a cabinet
pudding waiting.
sbm.
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