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I wander the catacombs

weary and alone.

In the infernal heat

I perspire.

A journey perpetuated 

by an uncanny ability 

to feel the 

estuary

of 

superstition 

and 

supernatural.

Lead to 

the deeper mystery

of

reality versus perception,

where 

we question

Truth.

Author's Note

10.8.11 Words: Catacombs. Uncanny. Superstitious. Estuary. Perspire. Journey.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You did very well with the words. The poem was strong and flow of the story in the words open up some good visions. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Tasha]

You did a very good job using the words. Great write.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Poetic Beauty]

I love this poem. You have used the word quite well. This takes me on a journey through the mind of perception. I love the images.

[J Todd Underhill]

I see this word bank would be a challenge to do as well, you did very well with it and I love the part about perception being reality.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Pilate once asked that question when truth stood before him. Some miss the forest for the trees. But even Pilate was wise enough to declare he found no fault. The reality is that solid matter is not solid. Ask any molecular physicist and he will gladly prove it to you. But you still believe it IS solid...Your perception IS your reality...to YOU. Interesting write.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Well done ..

Jazzy :)