Author:		James Harris
Posted:		5/26/2004; 2:45:47 PM
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Omniscience narrates acts too farfetched to ever happen
Vengeance surmounts an inner perimeter and rages

Everyday he went to work in need of other work
He took the liberty of selling his soul, and paid dearly

It began: If we do, will you suspect me tomorrow?
Had it been otherwise, whose wisdom might have triumphed?

We were on the right track and everything—then this
All this without Mom—and you still must doubt, you must!

Omissions are not accidental, you know we know their worth
The space thickened with ideas, congealed around an absence