Poeming
While craving for meaning, he stokes
the ember,
fans the flame of urgent, artistic madness
for order;
but the mind sinks into the quagmire
of the abstruse,
and all that is left of poetic sense is deadened
at the dead end.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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