at thirteen <br />bells <br /> <br />of partially informed <br /> sarcasm <br />soon <br /> to follow... <br />rang loud at eight, <br />having <br />found a discarded clarion earlier than six <br />bells <br /> <br />rang their way into words <br />sloughed from <br />dog-earred repositories <br /> <br />tickles eased the paean, <br />avoiding the trail of scrambled eggs <br />was a fait <br />less accomplished <br /> <br />coming full parabola <br />to rest <br />...assured <br />in <br />a conical <br />corner <br /> <br />breathing sifted <br />dust <br />mots <br />in <br /> glandular disarray... <br /> <br />post-mortise revalations <br />weigh in...duly noted, if transposed... <br /> <br />is that lower moan the empathy builders, a crowd of swans, a prickly pair <br />slow-trekking to sanctified oblivion...or else?<br /><br />delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disillusionment-4/
