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Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,
these persistent, inexorable deaths
make faith as such absent,
our humanness a question,
a disgust for what we are.
Whatever the hope,
here it is lost.
Because we coveted our difference,
here is the cost.
Robert Creeley
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Patrick Bois
(1/16/2009 1:04:00 AM) |
Brilliant, like pills melting on an angry tongue!
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