Convened Truth.
Concepts and visions cresting
Adrift upon the wind of mind
In the recesses we fear of to speak
Within there the storms fury rises
Blasting away the starkness of thought
Released this unhindered internal mêlée
Then…residing in a calming respite
It sits alone ignored
An ideological dogma
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
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