In this company, the solid hours
Pass like minutes, like ephemeral flowers
Blooming for a day, and then they die
Though decades in the ground they dormant lie.
In other realms days pass like centuries
Witness to the withering of trees
The continents begin to drift apart
The mountains rise and fall just as a heart
Beats only once. But we, as mayflies born
Or salmon rising, desperate to spawn
Outsiders all, tied to no normal tether
Impress upon the blogosphere together.
In incandescent joy beneath the moon
By daybreak, do not seek us – we’ll be gone.
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I, Editor by Henry Gee
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Last updated: Sunday, 18 Jan 2009 - 06:59 UTC
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Comments
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I do apologise for the above. But, really, what can one expect, after a G&T
spikedmixed by Bob O’Hara?