Peter S. Quinn


What I See Is Real - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

What I see is real
For weigh and weightless thought
Each point of a fixed feel
Of what it was it taught

A pulse beat of the dark
Of every rushing cup
A sky of a waking spark
When dawn in light comes up

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 11, 2008



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