Poems are such unruly creatures
that weep in the dark
without understanding thier own grief.
they tear through the barbed wire fences
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A great poem, we will all find what we are looking for one day.
Looking for the edge of the universe Looking, looking, looking will some of us ever find it.? I certainly hope so good stuff makes one think
'weeping through the dark'... a poem in itself!