ST63 ... words from an inner cave

breathing slow thru a modern mind

breath of clay

the killers pride that you can finally see
and a love plentiful and free
the dichotomy of truth and the stupidity of dare
you wander thru this world as if you've been there
variations on the theme as a lack of imagination 
for the continuity of the soul, dispersed
into fragments for art dealers and college careers
but all this is much wors…