Insane

Insane

A Poem by Ian

The Depth can be assured
by thoughs that may not grasp
 
yet,
 
how as this
 
can it not be as that?
 
 
this swollen oil
yearning free
of chain and toil
pushing forward
 
within
but never without
 
Bring free
but never applying free
or applying with lack
of observant care
 
choiced words of contradiction
we as relative as the next
we as the unity
 
or just the perceived
 
insanity

© 2011 Ian


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I like this i found this cute in a way
and truthful in another way.
Very brillantly done!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Ian
Ian

Phoenix, AZ



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