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Brown-headed Paradise Kingfisher (Tanysiptera danae): photo by markaharper1, 2008
Quarrels with the inevitable futility of words in a harum-scarum world, the neverquiterightness
of any of them, are just not worth the effort. Simply getting through the night, not to mention
from one day to to the next, sans so many of the necessary toadstool virtues,
grows now an ever taller order. Requiring a longer drink of water. Gary Cooper. A silent man
would have been more likely to prove equal to the test. Summer's half over
before you'd even noticed it had begun. Equal and unequal alike,
in the endless march through the mind of the dissimilars and similars, shall die into the imagination
as the bright Paradise Kingfisher fades back into the forest.
Those souls who had returned belatedly to Earth when the traffic ceased on St. John's Eve returned
only in the mind of one who had belatedly solicited them --
no, more beautiful than souls, the small brilliant magicians,
the revenant ones from the night forest. They were always going to be disappointed by the blue ...tablets,
your star reckonings, to which their names, like water colors
applied to glass transparencies of the heavens, could never have adhered. Quarrels with the inevitable ...futility of words
in a harum-scarum world always seem to end this way, in a vanishing, as the peoples
believed those who had glimpsed Ceyx erithaca in the forest would never be seen again on this Earth.
of any of them, are just not worth the effort. Simply getting through the night, not to mention
from one day to to the next, sans so many of the necessary toadstool virtues,
grows now an ever taller order. Requiring a longer drink of water. Gary Cooper. A silent man
would have been more likely to prove equal to the test. Summer's half over
before you'd even noticed it had begun. Equal and unequal alike,
in the endless march through the mind of the dissimilars and similars, shall die into the imagination
as the bright Paradise Kingfisher fades back into the forest.
Those souls who had returned belatedly to Earth when the traffic ceased on St. John's Eve returned
only in the mind of one who had belatedly solicited them --
no, more beautiful than souls, the small brilliant magicians,
the revenant ones from the night forest. They were always going to be disappointed by the blue ...tablets,
your star reckonings, to which their names, like water colors
applied to glass transparencies of the heavens, could never have adhered. Quarrels with the inevitable ...futility of words
in a harum-scarum world always seem to end this way, in a vanishing, as the peoples
believed those who had glimpsed Ceyx erithaca in the forest would never be seen again on this Earth.
Black-backed Kingfisher (Ceyx erithaca): photo by Pkhun, 2009