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like your wild eyes
I never stopped running
toward the dancing flame

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§ 2 Responses to Caught

• SalvaVenia says:

  May 14, 2014 at 2:43 pm

  Running eyes – I like that picture! 🙂

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• dafreewhitewolfe says:

  May 20, 2014 at 2:19 am

  The Poem Daily

  Hold the earth reverent

  the earth holds us but irrelevantly

  in the palm of your hand,

  in her muddy womb she dreams

  for without its surface

  for absent nothing there are no forms

  legs could not stand

  we all sit in profound darkness

  Bury its darkness

  darkness has no significance absent radiance

  and inevitable plight,

  we wander lacking insight

  for its surface only gives

  for nothing gives unconditionally as it receives

  without any respite

  compassion is remorseless

  Such is our great vale

  all creatures travail

  a giver of accord,

  discord and accord are lovers

  of which we never truly realize

  that which we only understand

  til the last of it is poured

  when the last blood drips from our quill

  Sent from my iPhone

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