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27 December 1994
climbing up the
winding marble staircase
i pause after an
exhausting day to rest for the night
before
sleeping
i again open my burlap sack and
counting i find that i still have
all four hundred and thirty seven marbles
rested i awake and
turning to place my surroundings
i inadvertently kick my bag
sending four
hundred
and thirty
seven
marbles
rolling
down the
winding
marble
staircase
Copyright © 1994 Charles Fry
Here's one for ya. go find yourself. late again skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun où es-tu dim Mornings in the underground memories squirming on the bath room ceiling open the faces on the side walk pass me by life and living Song of Peace from Time the Mountain My Father so i painted a red cross on my chest my living eulogy my plastic house alone again frustrating the Song of my heart as it grows and changes In Dark Brick Dungeons clanteba mortillia Lonely is my call to this Omnipotent generation: friend (and, by now, even brother) my PCC Our Garden Cognoscente The Home careFree the Children full moon if I were a Painter For You Caterpillar March Prison As I Went Walking Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts Departure or The Falling Apple Peace