Auspicious it may be.
Call them credulous, yet its nature is still sacred to many
It is awake, sleeping, and dreaming—of course
Uttered before a special recitation, after too
The dirt on the ground, the air we breathe, and sky above
A circle in your hand, a cross in your feet
Migratory in the draft, made stagnant in the bend and bow of ink.
Call them credulous, yet its nature is still sacred to many
It is awake, sleeping, and dreaming—of course
Uttered before a special recitation, after too
The dirt on the ground, the air we breathe, and sky above
A circle in your hand, a cross in your feet
Migratory in the draft, made stagnant in the bend and bow of ink.
posted by Esteban at 6:30 PM
2 Comments:
this is a riddle, sunset, you should get it...you should relate with the bend and bow of ink especially well.
clarification:
when i write sunset i am addressing you, sunset donkey, not telling you the answer to the riddle
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