Saturday, June 16, 2007


Dark beams come flooding the beaches
of the infantile mind, not comprehending
the source from whence it came,
flying high to the pinnacle of consciousness,

doomed to repeat the ongoing ebony blanket,
crazed and searching the plains for one
bit of truth, not finding any hope,

only now . . .

   --written by special guest blogger, ML on 6/12/07
   (entered by MayarOwl 6/16/07)

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