Rummaging through thoughts like a pack rat
It’s puzzling…
All hell has broken loose in there…
Echos stir, and stir.
Hearing yourself think…
Is the brink of solution,
Or the birth of a poem!
Friday, November 12, 2010
conquer...
There are many places in the world our feet will not touch…
States, countries, oceans apart
But the land that we are sure to conquer, corner to corner
Is within our own borders
Ourselves…
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