I've been spontaneously writing poetry this past year, so I figured I'd post my stuff in a blog.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Just Behind Bayou Grass
Just behind the Bayou grass, lies a deeper meadow into the human past.
When we reach the heart of vastness, we find that the strings of existence, that house the frame of the second consciousness, are truly just the manifestation of our greatest anxiety;
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