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Saturday, February 09, 2013

Multifaceted Poem

Looking down                     on the earth                             from silver winged flight

at the cities                          filled with men,                        I decide to stay...

afar.  For I                          cannot begin to                        love myself.  They

won't appreciate me,           feel my pain -                          won't hurt me?

They reach slowly to-         my heart,                                 my existence that moves to-

ward the heavens.               I am pushed and                      scream

and it may take                   many lives                                for them to

hold enough of me to          get it right, to                            get me,

pull truth from words.         Find peace here and now.        Too late.

The Collected Chaff, v. 1.0    

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