what path

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    what path

    I once was locked, then released
    That was my time, era of the feast
    What it was I wanted, was not what i received
    Mark of the animal, path of the beast

    Time has forgotten, the path now clear
    Do I hear it talking, I am again trying to hear
    One path is safe, which path will bring tears
    I will find my path, blindly with open ears

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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.

    rekcutj’s Poems (7)

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