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Oct 17, 2008 19:28

i play poet

in between fits of rapture
of grasping irredecent truths
divinity flitting through just-clasped fingers

in the residue of moments,
i play poet to the world
asking myself that eternal question,

"
If Each Moment is Bliss

And Each Breath Divine ,

Then Why Try ?
"
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