Kurt Schneider Biography

Flightless mincemeat waiting for the kill,


by farmers plow,
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I will find you,


beyond the pillars of time,
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If I found you growing wild,

should I pick you?
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If fools could speak of geometry,
you would be the right angle,
while me, obtuse,
I find light in the darkest places,
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The untraveled forest lonesome,

Roads wind through your heart and back,
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