Stores of thought

Bid, not bought

No sentences are stolen

No phrases with holes in



Words assembled in walls

Tumbling, as the dice falls

Small, but high towers erected

Founded with the unexpected



Climb them with your tight rope

Keep spirits up ... and hope ...

There are windows open up high

To pass thru, and THEN - to fly ...



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

4:12pm Wed., Sept. 2nd, 1998