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|Reviewed by Richard Bowers
|It begins it. I have been here before, as I could tell.
For finding: that myself I have reborn
But not seen, is forever to persist
To gather around the seasons of space with the everlastingness of event
With the layered energy as it is made of things.
Into the logical fiber of the tribute: a thought arises
And stays on course, slowly progressing, not done.
By fear: the fear thatís been since forever,
In the same space the inseparable normal good
Being passed through mankind
Came accessible to me: I fade into remoteness
|Reviewed by Christine Morell
|An excellent metaphor..I love this.
|Reviewed by Eddie Thompson
|passionate....delightful....wonderfully done...i love your way in this poem.|
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|Great metaphor. Really enjoyed reading this.
|Reviewed by Jay