Autism was the mind
Serving Om as op time
Lamb seemed but a dish
Hopeheads fed in the hornets Nest
A darkness of epithets filed my mind
The Ego was full of cunning
Er,what of creation
Echo,what of time
Ae,is but of one
Eh,could it be
Am i not the arrogate of me
Seen in a moment,Is there more then me?
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Reviews of "The light"
Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)
Reviewed on June 18, 2003
yes I had to read this a few times, but then I am a bit thick, but glad the penny finally dropped.
Beautiful artwork too.
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on June 18, 2003
Wow a excellant pairing of abstracts...regally profound and thought provoking!!!!
~Nikki~
Beautiful artwork too.
~Nikki~
pax
Anita