The LarkThe Lark An impromptu piece of poetic parodyThe Lark
I awoke one morning, bleary, as the sun rose, dull and dreary Shining it's light, almost eerie, upon the clay-tiled floor. Groggily I reached for my shirt and cried out as if I was hurt For I found not one speck of dirt there, on my clothes, anymore. My clothes were then shining clean and bright, not filthy anymore; Dirtless here for evermore.
Though my clothes were washed so slightly they emerged so much more brightly, More brightly than any clothes you might have seen or worn before And so I asked my mai
Relativity 1The inside of the car was a gloomy place to be; all greys and blacks. The Doctor thought of it as a car, though it more resembled a fighter jet then any car you might have seen. Most of its eighteen feet were taken up by a massive engine, and powered by a nuclear core it was the most powerful engine in the world. It was a brand new invention; a break through in engineering, it provided enough power to allow people to reach near light speeds. With this technology the Doctor could finally put Einstein’s paradoxes to rest. The Doctor was a doctor of physics. He’d achieved his doctorate by spending several years twisting wire andRelativity 1
FadingI saw the lights shining all about me, brighter than the stars and more beautiful, Blazing in the dark like beacons of hope in a dark, dismal sea of despair. Their ferocious light shone on my heart, filling it with a joyous wonder And extinguishing the despondency that had bewitched me before. Oh heaven-sent light of lights, oh beauteous Elysian blaze- But wait, the lights were no longer that awe-inspiring blaze That had so delighted my body and gladdened my soul. Rather they had become just slightly less brilliant. They still shone like angelic clouds in the dark, But it wasn’t longFading
