relating the forgotten drama of Prometheus to that perceived in Mozart ..
on the remote rock
I ask and ask again and fear
chained for the vultures I ask
unrepentent like DJ
while the Mozart six sing over my hell:
"that is the end of the evil doer"
I smile during social occasions
and in my utter loneliness
I nod politely at passers by
but sometimes I cry...
oh mountains of yearning that made me aware... MOTHERRRRRR...
MOTHER!
SEE HOW I AM WRONGED!
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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