to Meecheegan
at the crossroad of nothing at all
on shores and streets
I am the causality I am
to any observational say so
of the tangible
there is undelivered time
unborn emptiness where I
no longer cry for more
I in the eye of any man
is soon history
tales and mystery
I am the I crying in the eye of I
I am the why and the I am no more
I am the short of any I here
Poetry by Bob
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I is the conscious entity of any man
I is the conscious entity of any manat the crossroad of nothing at all
on shores and streets
I am the causality I am
to any observational say so
of the tangible
there is undelivered time
unborn emptiness where I
no longer cry for more
I in the eye of any man
is soon history
tales and mystery
I am the I crying in the eye of I
I am the why and the I am no more
I am the short of any I here
Poetry by Bob
Read 610 times
Written on 2015-07-20 at 00:40
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