Monday, November 17, 2014

The calling I forget

Byron; “Prepare for rhyme―I’ll publish, right or wrong: / Truth be my theme, and Censors guide my song!”
This is one I will Share. I have been contemplating, seeking the way to cope with hive mind. How do you scour the scourage? And it's a nasty sting, and a sweet thing to capture the eggs and nest, and when it has been scoured play tennis amidst the scattering ensigns and dripping wasp bodies among water rivulets.