The lateral vibrations caress me,
They leap and caress me,
They work pathetically in my favour,
They seek my financial good.

She of the spear stands present.
The gods of the underworld attend me, O Annubis,
These are they of thy company.
With a pathetic solicitude they attend me;
Undulant,
Their realm is the lateral courses.

Light!
I am up to follow thee, Pallas.
Up and out of their caresses.
You were gone up as a rocket,
Bending your passages from right to left and from left to right
In the flat projection of a spiral.
The gods of drugged sleep attend me,
Wishing me well;
I am up to follow thee, Pallas.

Staring

Why do people stare?
Is it because they’re nosy,
Or is it because they’re not anywhere?
Are they really staring,
Or is something wrong with their eyes?
Maybe they’re just staring
Because they’re in surprise.
Do they know it’s rude to stare?
Do they think they saw a bear?
Or do they see a tiger or a lion?
I’m looking for the answer,
and I keep on tryin’.


Written by Anna Williams at age 8
Vermont, USA

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