Thursday, April 16, 2015

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Walking compassion’s razor edge – the mystery is getting slippery – my wet trees are heavy, too.

Between the ends and the beginnings, power crouches behind the
Nursemaid of violence and replays its only tune.
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Chris Robideaux
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Kelly Kurt 16 April 2015

Great poem, Chris. Ireally liked the line, Better absence than false presence. Thanks for sharing

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