Friday, June 23, 2006

Poem: Changes 13/Fellowship

1.
Fellowship--a mingling
Of individuals or things is chaos

The danger of factions
Is they're not for anything

They're just against
Other factions

2.
Weapons are cached in a thicket
He climbs the high hill in front of it

And for three years
Does not rise up

He climbs the wall
But cannot attack

The difficulties are too great
And bring him to his senses

3.
Men bound in the fellowship of war
Weep and lament

But afterwards
Over steins and tankards

They laugh at the perished
They've created

4.
The perished come back
To haunt them

The spooks they made
Return

And attach themselves
Like a conjoined twin
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