Sunday, December 25, 2016

A foggy morning as poem

A FOGGY MORNING AS POEM. 
Here we go, poets of the people. Make poems out of this scene, when the world is about to get awakened to the realities of the light, when luminosity is all we need to make us all get past the illusions of the dark. It is darkness we need too even as we seek that which leads us to where we understand what meaning there is in the metaphysics of our the yes-and-no, the ugly-and-the-beautiful, the clear-and-misty day. BEAVERTON, 21 Dec 2016.

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