logic in light

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    • Finding my wings. Be they of feather or leather, I shall wear them with pride, for they are my own..

    logic in light

    Firefoxes cutting the swamps in rainbow blades,

    making no sense..

    Such beauty left to skate the murk and slime,

    then gone, as if in defense.

    Had the collective goo thoughts, as I,

    sorrow would prevail..

    Instead it projects yet another world,

    bullfrogs laugh about secrets they'll never tell.

    Walking away I'm sure of yet another dance,

    is it coincedence?

    Flurried wavers of light, waltzing with the cattail,

    remind me it never had to make sense.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    Infect’s Poems (28)

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