Waking.A Poem by Gene Von Banyard
Every single person
married to me by the societal rite of friendship stood smiling upon
the precipice of sanity. An overwhelming presence and an undeniable
absence defines this congregation - a delightfully hypocritical
engagement. I had a dream of waking. All
is not well. © 2016 Gene Von BanyardFeatured Review
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