MY LITTLE MEDLEY
The numbered scaffold built for this façade
Has thirty thousand six eight two connections.
I’m eighteen thousand four nine six toward God,
With just twelve thousand one eight six odd questions,
To ask His instant-answer measuring rod,
Before I add to His pure golden sections,
All fractalled neat within His omni-quad,
My little medley for His vast collections.
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org #54
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Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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