Saturday, April 10, 2010

does it fool you, does it rob you?

the face
of the sun
is just
a cheap mask
the
VOID
wears
like
a
thief

robbing us
of
Truth

which
is:

out
there
beyond

is
Nothing
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This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.