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August 30, 2005
No Sultan
Sparky pulled this one out of the archives as well... he said it explains what it's like when someone is at the top of the roller coaster, if you know what I'm saying... actually it's kind of like the reflection of the shadow of the echo of that feeling, but, as they say, whatever...
No sultan
who ever sat on tufted silk
Or maharajah
who palace ever built
No king or queen or emperor
or returning commodore
his fleet awash with pirate's plunder
ever knew such wealth
ever knew such wonder
or tasted sweeter milk.
No armada made with human hands
or spawn of Satan's darkest pit
No horde of bare barbarians
No formation,
No monochrome array,
No squad or stealthy team, or thief
equipped with lethal kit,
could ever knife or steal or take
this bliss.
No brazen vessel ever forged
or vessel thrown, or carved of stone
No lake, no gulf or sea,
No Atlantic,
No Pacific
can contain the overflow
of the joy
that today
is filling me.
posted by matthew at 05:10 PM