REINCARNATION

 

 

IT IS TIME, TIME THAT THIS DORMANT BRAIN IS

ONCE AGAIN REINCARNATED FROM ITS SELF

SENTENCED INTERNMENT.

 

TIME FOR WORDS TO BEGIN AGAIN TO FLOW

INTO A STREAM OF PURE CLARITY TO

THE ERUDITE READER.

 

THUS THE POET WILL WITH EAGER PURPOSE

ENDEVER TO PAINT HIS WORDS WITH 

INTENT TO PRODUCE REALITY.

 

A REALITY; NOT UNLIKE A DISTANT STAR,VISIBLE

BUT LACKING IT'S FINER DETAIL UNTIL THE

HEARTS DESIRE IS RESET.

 

REINCARNATION

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