Obscured Until Now.

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    Obscured Until Now.

    Complete joy without a clue
    time relentless appointed
    maybe no matter what we do

    I paint a phrase with diffused light
    confused maybe yet soft
    in it's dissatisfaction with colors too bright.

    Hazy time, bluish dim sounds of quit thunderings
    drawing me in... and just when I begin to understand.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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