This nothingness that feeds upon itself:
Pencils that turn to water in the hand,
Parts of a sentence, hanging in the air,
Thoughts breaking in the mind like glass,
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A nicely meditative poem. One can see the conflict that may have driven him off the Golden Gate Bridge. -LP
His thoughts are fascinating- his word choices are spot-on- -he is a Master Poet beyond any doubt. He burns in the fires of his own making~!