the chore

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    the chore
    I have travelled to the core of my soul
    and have seen the uttermost parts of my belly
    Yes! I have faced my fears
    I have ponderd understanding
    and interrogated madness
    wisdom has felt my scrutiny
    wit made an ally of me
    secret places became my abode
    In the silence my mind played
    frolicking with the intangible
    And this became my chore in life
    Just something to do in the scheme of things

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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.

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