a poem for today, 13 December 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of twelve sentences and its image]
Warning, this is not underwear.
There is nothing else I can say.
Only the shallow know themselves.
I'm looking forward to sharing.
Do not attempt to put in pants.
I say this purely be te dubs.
Everyone says there is no going back but they've blocked all the exits.
In case of flood, proceed uphill.
I'll be dancing in the flames.
No one's going to forgive me.
Knowledge comes with its release.
Do some very simple, if highly emotional, addition and subtraction, and you arrive at a whole new way to see yourself.
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