A Minute In the Mind of a Poet

A Minute In The Mind Of A Poet this work was done,a death view of paradise & probably not the end, of it last night (what a magnificent day, i said to myself "fine" everyone i know your draught, savant i regard all of you, their are no lives that rebuff, their own uninterested day or night of self-love, a movement to wail, into space, moments to argus pine there time as far as i can see a trimmer of seconds i don't live to isobront my speech, nor egest my words, while sleeping on a bed of fasten coexistence, with a whitesmith to mold my disparage, not me, not i, not overweening, nor self-indulgance with idiolatry--- aspermation, grasping, meekness introspection of my soul..... Thomas George Valle Copyright ©2006 Thomas G. Valle --------------------------------------------------------------------------------