11.19.2012

Poem Of The Month


Out of the dark night sky
rained down matter most foulll
and Kalam swore and wiped at his eye
wishing he’d brought a towelll

But the chute yawned above him
his way to the Mad Empress was a black hollle
could he but reach the sticky rim
he was but moments from his goallll


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