Poetry Blogs (dark ages)
Soapbox Poetics
Into itself, beyond vast darkness, remote lights beckon our tomorrow.
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Into a new dark age
we go, marching,
careening headlong
[of soapbox poetry
there is no want
for many a voice
loudly rail and rant]
the terrain of our
condition and that
of our experience
has changed over
year upon year of
progress that has brought
us ...
Sunday 19th June 2011 3:07 pm
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