Let all that is whole be broken,
let all that is true be false,
let vanish all premon and token,
let the cord unwind from the halse.
Let me see by the light of winter
new muzzles that gleam and chirr:
let the sleep of my dreaming sinter
in the stroking of newborn fur.
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Hmm. "Hals" is the German word for "neck," and I had a vague sense that there was a cognate in English. There is, and it's listed as "archaic" rather than obsolete, so maybe I get it on a technicality? Still, two rhyme-words that most people will have to look up won't look good on my resume. ("Sinter" is a lovely word that I've long wanted to use in a poem, but it's not one you often hear in the local diner, either.)
Depends on the arbiter. I think they plump out a resume real nice.
I love this, Dale. I was just saying, er, writing, that I need to make meditation/prayer more of a habit. This prayer may become my morning mantra. :)
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