a sung song done of emotion
gone, lost, lika a ghost of a poem
A. Bjerger – Untitled
Having unhooked a star
He proffers it with outstretched hand
While with his feet a hanging man
Sounds the cymbals bar by bar
The blind man rocks a pretty child
The doe with all her fauns slips by
The dwarf observes with saddened pose
How Harlequin magically grows
Rock on through the hard times, fellow bloggers.
The Westerner thinks there is some secret he can discover. The East says, ‘How the fuck should I know?