Thursday, 16 October 2008

The End, Tales of Topographic Oceans, Rituals and a silly poem

It's over, the whale is at last conquered and stands broken and beaten on the shelf! I will make no comment at this time. The spermaceti must cool, be kneaded, be refined before the true beauty of this wondrous substance can be appreciated.

Nous sommes du soleil!


The one sided conversation - for Sarah

We are late!

Why?

Does it?

Always?

Take her!

So long!





To





get







ready to go out!


And a teeny bit of a proper one:

Move him into the sun.....
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

The penguin is weary, so very weary.
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3 comments:

  1. Anonymous16 October 2008 at 22:52

    Enjoy!!!

    The American

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  2. Malcolm Goodson17 October 2008 at 15:33

    It's strange sometimes what you can do with punctuation :)

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  3. Anonymous17 October 2008 at 19:39

    Yes, I like it, Not what you say but the way, tone, intonation, in you say it :) I've given it a title too!

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