david polk

Rookie (12/02/1968 / Georgia)

Renewal - Poem by david polk

Sweet passing sleep. Take me,
take me to thy silent death
to expire and lose all sense
and regain myself
within a blanket of shadless night
with memberance of thoughts
and images that might
profess leasson to thy captive still
curving my furor to thy ambitious will

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 9, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 13, 2005


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