Saturday, March 19, 2011

Dwells




Windows roll down when it's time,
remove the glass if it breaks,
not so good if understood,
stand-up in my Place.


Look around, don't be found,
interrupting Town.
All is lost, when you boss,
each of us around.


Settle down,
do not frown,
I won a warm embrace,
so do not bound, do not sound.


All the Wells
deep, it smells,
of nothing, but, it dwells
everywhere it is a simple bell;

Tolling.

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