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the bear

August 14th, 2014 § 0 comments

Poem #389 for Anonymous

 

huddled in hibernation
trying to come home
naked woolly skin
wishing to illicit puddles
because the ego always needs aspirations
a purpose to this purpose

pen drying up
air getting cold
keeping head down to get through
evolution…

sure to awaken soon,
sure spring will come again
after this winter of eternity

 

 

 

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(written in little notebook back in the frozen tundra of new york city)

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