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Saturday, July 28, 2018
Following The Muse To The Ends Of The Earth
To get there, you have to
Imagine the ends are
There only insofar as
Your mind can reach that far—
In the meantime how-
Ever the means always
Remain elsewhere.
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
'Murican Oxymoron
We all wanted to be
Proud we were
Free—it’s the slave
In us kept us
Bound to be.
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
Skirting The Mortality Issue
How
Does one wait
For a flower
To die? I don’t
Know but I
Don’t want to be
There when it does.
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