Sunday, September 23, 2012

Urn

The recent discovery
that this is not the
real world, but
merely a reasonable

facsimile, has eased
the concerns of
those who had bet
their last dollars

on beauty and truth
and their reciprocal
relationship in the
poem by Keats.  This

poem is an unreasonable
facsimile of that one.

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