SEPTEMBER STORM

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    • casp1
    • STAYING IN SPIRIT DESPITE THE MADNESS OF THE WORLD

    SEPTEMBER STORM

     THE UNGODLY IS UPON ME...THE START OF A WICKED SEASON.

    THE FOUR WINDS HAVE BEEN GATHERING, AND THE TIDES ARE HIGH.

    YET I REMAIN UNRUFFLED...ALONE AND CONFINED

    LET IT PASS I SAY. IT IS ONLY SHADOW... DESTRUCTIVE...

    BUT ONLY FOR A MOMENT.

    HEAVEN WILL SPAWN FROM THE WRECKAGE AND CREATE BEAUTY AGAIN...

    YES...INFINITY LIVES.

    DESPITE MY SUNLESS STATE, MY HOPE FOR INFINITY IS WIDE AWAKE...

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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