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Meanwhile, in Kafka's mail...

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            "My Druid heart" --Walter de la Mare

My Druid heart has found its final lair,
and in its last redoubt made fast its sleep;
yet this has not preserved from lancing pain
      my Druid heart.

The world let go of me, but not the moon
in whose regard i dance out some charade
with rays that ricochet around the vugg.

Now i emerge, a pharaoh from the sand
or from the night, a lustrous crackling grackle.
Silvery-crackle-shines in another kiln
      my Druid heart.

(publ in Illya's Honey vol 15 spring/summer 2009)

Bring It Up From The Dark.

"We depend on the men with blackboards to show us quarks; we depend on men with backward collars to show us some equivalent of quarks. But suppose that neither show us anything." --Roxy Gordon

The serpent tamer.