21 January 2008

a long long time ago - there was a fence


Why fascination for a fence?
For its effects, its function, for its own sake?
Freedom fair and thin, foremost edges of familiarity?
Freak of a golden firework, thinner than its sparkling flock of followers.
Frame of a tight world that fits friends and fists in a flooring speck of unity.
Free of a twinge in language, locked in a godforsaken cell?
Fantasized farewell of a dying Prince of fancy?
First and for ever the fall of a stolen fire?

Fog is flying in a see of freestyle,
God is dying in a forest of words.

Unforgivable man, for what thou has done
Flee thou shall, from freedom and its hell.

Farms of fate at the tip of the father's tongue?
Fairy dance flickering in the wood of fabliau?
Faces of disguise flying at the tip of our flagpole?
Feather-light run on the cliff of figures,

Flowing as the child's first jump...

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