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Of days to come (PC)

Posted to Poetry




Who can rip those pictures
from out their TV,
watching dreams rust
beneath a thousand sordid beds?
Not I,
whispering my visions
and screaming at the storm,
for us only life;
grasping at the red hot core
of all experience
waiting only to
break through into
a relm where understanding
is automatic and artificiality
a thing of the past.
Where all language is poetry
and art a way of life,
where being
is.