Sunday, March 9, 2014

A Time of No Time

--as the breezes float across the Sea to Ireland

Ulysses of Joyce was extricate ploy

there was hardly time for a consonant

before out cast the Mayhem and folly

its Chains as they yearned an incremental

succession of failures anxious foment

as Marti would have carved Transatlantic

but this was the best of all Ireland

a country at birth in a Neveraland

the crew bore its losses, curses, and fates

thronging in the furtherance of warring

so a Poet became a Novelist

took from the fibers of Seaward Breeze

where the Velvet finds its designs best wrought

to contemplate Nothing and hold still Thought.

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