We, The Living (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
Has life ever dumped you in a heap? Perhaps you've found self belief so strongly reinforcing that doubt never enters ...
We came to find the place contained in legendary tracts, the hidden land of fulsome wealth that we had sorely ...
Thank you Ambrose for the kitchen door ajar, a sign your friendship never closed on me, an amity extended from ...
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
Were meetings destined then this was one to take a leading place, the oracle decreed it fate in a matrix ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
It was a half-life that seemed like a genuine world wielding hard symbolism over those who ruled it; we lived ...
It rained throughout the night, a truly welcome sound that eases sleep although we barely slept - we were distressed ...
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