to sit in a chair <br />not reserved for me <br />is disgrace <br />at the utmost <br />to poetry, <br /> <br />in truth <br />the house on the clouds <br />and winds <br />and seas <br />a life dedicated to the <br />flitting moon <br />does not have <br />a chair <br />neither a feet <br />nor root <br />of hair...<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-a-chair-not-reserved-for-me/
