I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
December 10, 2015
(imaginary conversation with blind archer)
(imaginary conversation with blind archer)
"...were you driven mad
and if yes, how long ago...?
if you're not sure, I cannot stop the ribald either
nor the inane, let me explain why
in incremental parsing(s), with all the farthings
fountain tossed, for more facets
of this yet to be told story
of how souls as we, came to be
astride together, on the other side
of the street..."
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Babylon lost, the tower fell
what goes on seeking why to tell
have you a sharpened sense of wear
can you give me breath, death to spare
these clothes no longer fit me you see
I count the rain in order to be
what, with you I am, seasoned reasoning
slow sipping elixirs, you are bringing...
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"...here darling
have the pieces
of me, you seek..."
EJR ©
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