Monday, October 29, 2007

Revision


...Three stanzas completed, four lines each of equal meter, alternating rhyme. True and emotive, without error but one, without love. So in this instant, off the cuff age, I found a new friend in button which reads 'Delete,' and in an instant, my error is erased (more accurately, the full consequences of my error are erased).


1 comment:

Farmer Butch said...

Bliss of Erratum: Grace.