Vers Libre

Monday, September 17, 2007

A thunder tears the horizon,
a second spans throughout infinity
and the mighty beast, tamed, vanishes.
Once unconquerable, it is engulfed in an abyss;
diminished by the shadows of its own grandeur.
As fast as it came, it is now gone;
ephemeral, it dies without a past or future,
never to be seen again.

Posted by Mr. Queasy Filed in Life, Metaphysical Pondering, vers libre
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3 Responses to “Vers Libre”

  1. THE Prophet Says:
    Tuesday, September 18, 2007 at 8:38 pm

    This is what you originally wrote:
    Your Metaphysical pondering makes me queasy
    But with my mighty ADMIN powers I have rephrased it:
    Queasy makes me your metaphysical pondering.
    ~Queasy, the fish.

  2. Mr. Queasy Says:
    Tuesday, September 18, 2007 at 8:41 pm

    Your original response, you see, was eaten by a grue.

  3. THE Prophet Says:
    Tuesday, September 18, 2007 at 10:22 pm

    “You shall be spammed because of your insolence,” by the almighty ADMIN powers becomes “For my own insolence, I have failed at spamming.” ~with regards, Queasy.

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