The Firmament Throughout
The south of France is not a place
It is space, air, and all the secret-
Natured things that rhyme with Chantilly.
If a facade is not a face
A cedilla is not a tea-crate -
And a mountain is quite ant-hilly.
If we embark on an embrace
Where will it take us? Will we see great
Expectations be counted silly
A single spot is not an Ace
Though it may sometimes regret
Not being in the green Antilles.
| Contributors: | Apsley, Lucas Wallace, fester, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 13th May 2002. |