Tuesday, November 16, 2004

In Crazy Balance

In crazy balance at the edge of time
Our spent days turn to cloud behind today --
And all tomorrow is a prophet's dream--
This moment only rages endlessly
And prime
Is always the long moment of decay.

by Mervyn Peake


Not really trying to start another poetry thread, but wanted to give you something a bit more substantial than: Chat away my sweet Martian bitches!