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Sat 30 Oct, 2004 07:03 am
The light
threw shadows on the wall,
a flickering of this or that,
perhaps an unhinged book,
a sheet or shroud,
waiting to be washed.
Kafka appeared to me that night
in metamorphosis,
scurrying about the dirt,
expressionless, expressionist,
in giant silhouette,
among the buildings
of a gyroscope world.
Kafka is the bogeyman children,
more fearsome
than any childhood fiction.
Sweet and cosmopolitan! Well done Cav!
Thanks Kelly! I just got your book yesterday, and I am enjoying it immensely.
Nice animation! Thanks for the kind words, Cav. Don't forget to post a review when you get done with it!