I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence.
I speak of things i see.
so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial
I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Ramblings....
Where shall I seek the elusive rile that is my will? Never has grazed the earth one more filled with contradictions than me.
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