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May 30, 2005

perfection
life, poetry

the path to perfection having been attained
one finds that reality had never therein lain

responsibility thwarts that which you wish not to depart
time in it's finite nature limits the pursuits of the heart

with the bulk of necessity blocking the ingress to ecstasy
the mind despairs and gropes for the entranceway

Posted by Trevor Savage at May 30, 2005 8:28 PM

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