Liberation
I feel the steady loss of a desire To be accepted by the drifting herd, Instead I seek seclusion by life’s fire to contemplate the fumes of the absurd.
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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...
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