This PerfectionA Poem by C.J. KleinNo time like the present...These candid snapshots sparkle in freeze framed isolation capturing a faint flame flicker still life force, or essence, aching to return, to join its mirrored, other half. This perfection, this ideal, in languid circles running through murky thought - so cavern damp, its condensation nuclei, radically free, it rains upon me, to hasten liberation. © 2008 C.J. KleinReviews
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