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<h1>Zk | As seen in Kakiphony's journal</h1>
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<p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
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<p><strong>When you see this, post a poem in your journal</strong></p>
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<p>Polyphemus at Morning
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<em>Richard Threadgall</em></p>
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<p>The blind Cyclops rose, wound clotted,
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To the bleating of his rams–who called
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To the cloth-dyer Aurora, day, day.</p>
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<p>He crawled in his cave, clutched Greeks;
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Wine-pots splintered beneath his palms–
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The blown-glass dark between Sicilian pines
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Bleached, colored, and bubbled up toward blue.</p>
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<p>And his goats, greedy for sunlight
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And the white Ausonian glare, bleated
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And drooped their ticked ears while he counted–</p>
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<p>He missed the ropes; his bleeding hands
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Were two mauled despots stumbling under chains.
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Dry wind salts his forehead, and his flock
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Stamps down through the herd-paths, unburdened.</p>
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<p>So was that savage chastened. Yet here am I,
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Who will ever be master of you–and while I sleep
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You look at the olive log, but never free me</p>
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