In a slow repeat they stare
At flares which illuminate a wasting
They are slow to understand
So that they will not retain
Any memories
It is best to forget
Until it is best to remember
Tigers hunt at night
Alone and from ambush
It's dragons that travel in packs
Lighting up the sky with fire
Thursday, March 5, 2009
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