A Poem

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We find ourselves here

killing time

Suspect – So SUSPECT

A glow of reason

Treason to the world at large

killing time

We joke to save our minds

We sing to cleave an ocean

We dance the dance and passion play

The Holy of Holies

and great black dawn of day

william parham

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Movere voluntatem montes. Sapientiam ut non desiderant.

One response to A Poem

  1. What a beautiful poem. You have always been such a good writer. Glad you are having a wonderful time in Chicago. Love, Mom & Dad

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