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Archetype

Indistinguishable things that cling irresponsibly  to phantoms at the back of the mind  pretending possibilities exist hidden in the dark disposable or irreconcilable motives  for creating exceptional works of art out of clay  great sculptures of naked ambitions  doomed to be disillusioned without any chance  of a decent death and black candles  a martyr to prejudice and an empire of dreams.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com POETRY 

Musing

The flavor of moments  tasting the solitude  left behind in the twilight  like a vintage wine  to forever sip and savor.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com POETRY