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Contra Artem


ISSUE:  Winter 2013

What’s a song without measure,
Or a verse without meter,
Company without pleasure,
Savor, past, or future?
Say how your arts matter,
O Shell, o Inky Cipher,
Since spirit comes at leisure,
Its own place, time, and manner,
Why climb the ladder,
If scaffold and tower scatter
Shattering like chatter
And sitting ascends better?

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