The Fib of Death
OneLast
Moment
To jump in,
I leap for the moon.
...Houston, we now have a problem.
The Fib of Death
OnePoetry 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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