and somewhere we will meet.
the world is maddening science
and murderous laughter
and treacherous whispers.
the world is misleading.
the world is mythical science
and magical laughter
and tantalizing whispers.
the world has its ways
and humans do theirs.
the birds have their own
and other animals more,
and somewhere along the edge
of the great big empty
or maybe it’s full-
an infinite void.
everything meets,
but only for moments, seconds, an instant,
and since well everything constantly rotates
and repeats,
everything meets
like light and the dark.
the good and the bad.
12.31.10.
UP!::urban po'E.Tree(s) 
Loved it ! 😊
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Great piece. Moving, and dark.
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Yes, it’s a cyclical journey… Beautifully written!
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I especially love the first line … well, the whole first stanza.
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Fausto:
Thanks for stopping by my blog and the Like. Most of the time when I read poetry, it sounds esoteric and hard to understand. I like your simple, rhythmic composition. Good work and very touching.
Ashok
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Love your blog and poems. Kudos.
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