Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

"Breadth of heart"

 Breadth of heart

The will holds but a wisp of what I feel 

Heart no longer made of sponge and steel

The revelry contained by only age

I turn, again, unto another page

And see the panorama of existence

To touch the door and find there no resistance

The panoply of life now has direction

Enveloping the breadth of heart's affection

The winsome call that echoes through the range

Returns to me no longer as estranged 



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