Thoughts On Random Patterned Chaos
Patterned People spin in rain filled streets.Dervishes spinning in deluged chaos.
All whirling out their quiet peace.
Waiting, quietly spinning.
To what end; this living?
To this life what end?
Spinning.
Poetry by josephus

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Written on 2007-01-29 at 08:08




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