If Garfunkel Was Here
Speak of the dead and paint the living. Paint them in a good light when you can and into a corner when you have to. Read the books of future generations rather than acting as the arrogant, who attempt to write these volumes. Expunge nothing leave it all on view, but move past it after taking in the implications. Water flows under the bridge until it collapses then it carries the bridge away. So, speak of the dead don’t drown them, paint the living don’t stain them, look to the future don’t dictate to it and let the water run.
Rinse off your first impressions
When my daydream gets so threadbare
I no longer use it
I must turn to other sources.
When I cannot conjure on my own
And elucidation makes me cross-eyed
I must turn to HP.
I have puttered and prolonged
The way to naming this legendary
And fabulous enigma.
I drew out even longer
Any desire for close association
With the same.
I have milled with the millstone
And surfed in the whirlpool
Drug my feet and thrown a fit.
This only stalled the inevitable result,
Naming and interaction is the need
And now is the time
I have a Higher Power
And I chose to call it