The Smoking Mirror
Poetry, Fiction, and whatever else comes to mind
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Reverse the crucifixion
of the round, and hail
the faded garlands of
the aged. Make fools
of those who think
themselves profound,
a bitter freedom
sought by the profane.
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