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    ME

    Who all knows.........

    Who all knows what it is that I can see......
    if what I see, can not be me

    I see in shadows, of despairing quakes;
    I remember them, even when awake.

    The colors fade to cast those shades -
    the images that my brain had made;

    The monsters of my past are few.......
    I can't see me, but I can see you.

    The mirrors do not cast my shape........
    my image goes unseen.......
    Living in a nightmare -
    Living in a dream.

    The monsters live in the present day.....
    in my life, that I'm living today.

    Who all knows what it is that I can see.......
    if what I see, can not be me.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    GCoudret’s Poems (2)

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    A Prisoner Of Life 1
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