poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Thrice Born
Thrice born Once of mother Once of self Once of love How it hurts to live I can't stop crying! Separated from mother I'm cold and alone without her body her energy and its loving warmth Oh, her sweet face to see! If I steel my heart to bear this pain will I ever live again? [6/21/98]
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