IntromissionA Poem by PeteNot until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves. - Thoreauclinging to dogma with an atomic gauntlet hurled downwardcaught in a catechistic concordance
in a lurid jail cell with a minion of the devils pawns unfettered and unfurled on a first name basis with death my soul trapped on the fulcrum of a dense reality time and truth an enigma in sheer, unmitigated splendor you came and jiggled a stuck key tears turned into a rainbow waterfall introducing me to me © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 1, 2020 Last Updated on October 1, 2020 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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