an ode to d

Saturday, October 21, 2006



the dawn of each day is devoted to a duet, danced to the dreamy notes of a dulcimer. the desire, never dented nor denied by a dull moment. it is derived -without dispute - from determination, with utmost decency. but to do or do not? to proceed diligently, as one does, with derring-do - or desist- for disapproval would spell harsh descent from grace. such disaffection would be undesirably disastrous. one demands nothing, yet everything at once. might these be mere delusions of grandour? to enjoy darling domicility would be delightful, and deliriously delectable. is it deja vu? alas! that is now defunct while this defies logic to a degree unheard of. one lays down defenses, in attempt to deciper, but nothing has been declared. will the decision come with drama when the card is drawn from the deck of chance? there has to be a distinction, but one will willingly blur the demarcation. does this lead to downfall or oh so distinct sounds of dolce? to sleep, perchance to dream, some deus ex machina would determine fate through disbelievable device. till then one can only hope to demystify the enigma, courting danger and dancing near doom. desist before ye fall from grace, for then we drift to paradise











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