BLACK box spinning, toiling in your
head, struggle, focuse, before the
fat king forfeits your bed.
HOARD your laughter, give the pay
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Why is it that sometimes your poems are so interesting they almost seem dizzying? Such a feeling of being out of control with this one. Great work David. Sincerely, Mary
David.....The Abstracts that unfold in your work are of a muse to follow...The process of unfolding them, however, may be an impossibility as only you are in your own dreams...but the outcome, as you consistently exhibit, is most unique & inquiring...'''''''''''''''''''''''''frank
thank god its black not blank...coz you can work on the black to add colour...but a blank on...you got nothing to work on...deep thought...great read...nalini