Terrestrial Journals V
Sometimes I return unto the old neighborhood
To take a stroll down recollections lane....
Silver mesh thousand foot tall cyclone fences
Capped in razors edge; finding the windows
That they longingly peered through as within
These shackles they bled; amid the blindness
Of their eyes in this beatitudes story
Told, once upon a threshfuls time; polarized
By the Northern Star; where Angels sing....
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....“Terrestrial Journals” *
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