6/16/12

sit and speak with me, Calliope.........

if ewe so choose to use the fluff between yer ears,
its all about the muse.
waiting for Calliope, pen brandished, pad drawn, dawn of a new day.
the silver dew n dew nots' have their ways with the morning's green blade parade.
another nocturnal charade draws to a close, where hunter's hopes n prey's prayers yield, into the light.
here, Sirius sits, sifting through roots,
panning for placer flakes n fruit filled truths,
calculating bites seizable, if he was actually blue toothed.
for now, the range of bite is set at right about arms reach.
but sirius plans to make it more than figures of this Grid Free speak.......

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