Short Terms Poem by Antony Glaser

Short Terms



Its eternally 4.A.M and the rain is on,
it keeps rolling from the eastern hills
via an unknown circumnavigation.
Having barricaded the Angels
some of us will never be driven
failing to realise others mysteries
its as though free will was en naturelle

Thursday, June 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Faith
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The idea that 4, am is when Angels usher out dark thoughts
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