Tuesday, November 23, 2010

And we'll have a quorum in absentia.
The two together were set in dialectics:
What I wanted was the merger between.
I don't talk in riddles. The riddle is what's said and meant.

Were strong once, fit to try our strengths and now hard
against the strengths we found, and lost.

The touchstone of the dialectic is what it produces, what
we cannot know.

The song of the mandolin begins,
Violin quartets begin.

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