Caught In The Stream
not poetry. not fiction. a life, and something in between.
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Friday, April 05, 2013
The truest
The truest
poetry (the only
poetry left) for me
is silence. I will
be. I will
finally
be,
with this poem's final word
(with my final word?),
silently, and to you,
a true
poet.
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