In between
Quench this frenzied fire
that long for oblivion's water
at late rush hours of cries
and sentient queries call
for original states of ever more.
Forgive this printed bother
balancing on blinding seas
with only earnestness falling
in between the two sides
any condition can offer.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-02-04 at 23:58
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