Wednesday, April 11, 2007

porite to praxhe

Praxhe,

Scarce worth comprehension
the two friends in the gentle of tongue rain

sound by all appearance the same,
having changed at most

in clothes or direction they'll show
in the gleam of each other's coruscation,

which seems by all appearance to suggest
that as different as grains grow

or as distant as friends get,
the processes of harvest remain essentially unchanged.

-Porite

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