Wednesday, April 23, 2014

2.


 All you dear dear amoralist wanderers (upon the tops of waves) through the mazes 
Of dispossession,
I offer you a chimera,
To shine a light
Behind the screen 
On something of an old fashioned Naga queen.
A human heart unfettered to a human mind,
Unopposed to contradiction
Unafraid of contraction
In thrall of only warm warm wisdom
And little known passion
And without placid or pleasant hope of place
Or situation.

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