remains of the day dismal passport dance political grin you will never know mischief smile it moves the hull the doldrums lurk blissful the echoes fallen sulfur white magnolias puny the bird that has eaten flies away the sins treason when you think of it is the crime of the depleted hermit the days will come and soon it will be gone the river to flow constant to its sails the tournament of geist the rules are absolute it will come it will fall to place it is bound to be of meetings and so long the farewells you bid you wish them well of cold encounters glory honor name it abounds it whistles through winter it escapes and the next days are not going to be easy...February 27, 2006 in jerkHerc