 Lines On a Skull Start spirit; behold the skull. A living head loved earth. My bones resign the worm, lips to hold sparkling grape's slimy circle, shape of reptile's food. Where wit shone of shine, when our brains are substitute, like me, with the dead, life's little, our heads sad. Redeemed and wasting clay this chance. Be of use.
(2012)
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Monday, October 29, 2012
A Ravi Shankar Poem
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