Dr. Paul.Feb13,2K8

January 16, 2006

On the Author:

in a moment of illusion the scene transforms from blue to white
a stream of mental constipation overcoming the rambling scribe
where once lay fountains of verbal wealth
now remain only ruins of incoherent phrases
to roam and wander amongst the cosmic dust of a dying universe;
to seek out the unaccounted for landscape of our existence
that is the reasoning of those who struggle against time
so we might write against it, in hopes that it may not forget us
communicating to those who have yet to strive for survival
may they revive our loneliness through the tired lines upon
worn pages in a book that was never meant to last

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