new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
The candle burning in the window of the dark house in the wood of the valley of the mind -- the epiphenomenal heaven, the signal within the sign--always lost, yet again to be foundsome time.
Always enlightening when someone responds with a comment better than the poem which generated it.
The candle burning in the window of the dark house in the wood of the valley of the mind --
ReplyDeletethe epiphenomenal heaven, the signal within the sign--
always lost, yet again to be found
some time.
Always enlightening when someone responds with a comment better than the poem which generated it.
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