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A hermit's confession
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PAPER PURSUIT For those of you who read me or care
I feel a need to justify something here
That is this belligerent persistence
Bunched up roses decaying in a vase
Rehearsing these recurrent themes
Mystery manifest in misty mountains
Interrupting myself however I please
To free the rain from the hovering cloud
It pours on down and fixes my frown
Like the hermit of whom these words do tell
what did pungus mean
what did pungus mean
'mystery manifest in misty
'mystery manifest in misty mountains' exquisite
'bunched up roses decaying in a vase' reminds
me of G B Shaw
'i love little children but i don't cut off their heads and stick
them in vases' or
Sathya Sai Baba; 'Why pluck a flower and hasten its death'
Your "belligerent
Your "belligerent persistence" is rare, metaphorical sorcery. All lines have a sassy, confident brilliance, but that last one: perfection. You rock!
The evocation continues:
The evocation continues: bravo!
Starward