These poems I write help clear the chaos and the clutter
- the weeds from my mind,
In the Image of the Heroic,
An offering to the Divine.
Illumined paths all too quickly turned to nought
(The symbols I have always borrowed but never bought!)
Occasionally striking a smile from other passer-byes
Until it becomes the fossils long forgotten
In lands of other times!
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