[The following temporary ripple was kindly shared with us by Happy Cow's good friend Simon Drew. When he is not busy knowing when to hold 'em, Simon can be found knowing when to fold 'em, knowing when to walk away, knowing when to run and looking after the online groups English Stuff and H.A.T.S.T.A.N.D.O.N.. If you have not quite been rubbed out yet, please click on the 'Like' button to show your appreciation. Enjoy!]
Unknow me and me unknown
All kings are waiting to fall from their throne
That is the cry you hear at night
Before life gave you ears and you saw the light.
With no place to fall the light is none
What can end which has not begun?
A drawing written upon the waves
Yet they do not fall, as we sleep in caves.
The dream picks up the pencil at last
turn it around, out the angels and demons cast
All rubbed out by the eraser of unknowing known
The silence always waiting behind the drone.
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