Limbo

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    Limbo

    Counting steps as I walk in where Heaven meets Hell and meet Chaos. Always a challenge and always a boy. Even in his greatest of efforts, the insanity still bleeds through. He cannot help it though, he is Chaos after-all. I wonder what happened to make him so distant. Is it me? What have I said? -- Nothing. No. It is certainly not me. But what is this attraction I feel? It must be his magic…for I could never be attracted to such a beast, could I?

    The lines of our lives tangle, and for a moment, I imagine what we would be. I do know we can heal each other, but it must remain friendly.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    Kai’s Poems (3)

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