Subject: Season In ...
From: Christopher W. Thomas (poetlaureate@poetic.com)
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Date: Mon Jan 10, 19100 at 5:14PM

Season In ...


Sensing the reasoning
Of all God's leavening
We come to our senses
Without making defenses

For learning is on-going
Sharpening our mind-stowing
Of outrageous simplifications
(Perceptions, personifications)

And we wake up our minds ...
Open doors t'other kinds ...
Of thought - quite narrowly conceived
Colored by angles and pet peeves

And thrust open the biggest door
The one which we tend to abhor
For our lives are spent within frames
Thoughts carved, without any names ...

And, every once in a short while
We stumble onto another pile ...
Of food, for all our thought cells ...
Season'd ... without any sell ~

- Tristram

Christopher W. Thomas
3pm Monday, Jan. 8th, 2000