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Wk kortas Sep 2017
Our wandering and searching has led us here again,
As April sloughs off winter and takes us by the hand.
(We have had as tutors fishes, birds, and sons of men.)

The long night of our iciness has served to lessen
Quaint faith in schemes and blueprints which mice and gods have planned
Our wandering and searching has led us here again

And in this place and time, pray it’s not beyond our ken
That which truly matters, beyond praise or reprimand
(We have had as tutors fishes, birds, and sons of men.)

Our now has overtaken the reticence of when
Blurring differences between spontaneous and planned;
Our wandering and searching has led us here again

Let God and devil wrestle for the soul of the wren;
Though the very hills may shake, let our conclusions stand.
(We have had as tutors fishes, birds, and sons of men.)

Let callow youth debate free will till time’s end, amen;
We’d have it no other way, we've come to understand.
Our wandering and searching has led us here again
(We have had as tutors fishes, birds, and sons of men.)
This tick-tocky little villanelle shares its title with a short story and collection of stories by Jesse Hill Ford, who wrote some **** fine stuff till he went plumb crazy.

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