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by Ben Jul 10, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Gold brown upon the sated flood The rock vine clusters lift and sway; Vast wings above the lambent waters brood Of sullen day. A waste of waters ruthlessly Sways and uplifts its weedy mane Where brooding day stares down upon the sea In dull disdain. Uplift and sway, O golden vine, Your clustered fruits to love\\\'s full flood, Lambent and vast and ruthless as is thine Incertitude!