It's the sound of unlikeness—not wind or the bees,
And its singing gets louder, before all its thunder
And the angles of splinter unravel themselves.
In the hidden, there's wonder. We've nibbled the mushrooms,
And we've sheltered in granite when clouds seem to chase
Us through mountains. They sneer all their winter exactly
As the canisters spend all their wonder; they kill
All beholding the sight of that liter of rapture.
"Mullen called a North Korean artillery attack last month that killed four South Koreans "unprovoked.""
—KIM KWANG-TAE Associated Press © 2010 The Associated Press, Dec. 8, 2010, 12:53AM
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