seekingA Poem by CarronStammering through an opening dark cold > A place of reckoning mow is beckoning
moving aimlessly ahead silent lost >one step at a time approaching
the seat of conciousness non-existant empty blank >no thoughts reside in the cavity
>no destination >no mark © 2008 CarronReviews
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