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Mar 2012
Words like thoughts stagger in my mind
A whirlpool and ask what can be revealed
In such a swirling displacement
The information of destruction
Proclaiming  a dark cobalt sky of dissolution
That commands and causes the chaos of despondency
Now there is a compunction of inexplicable attitudes
That vie with themselves to have a consequence
Of what is not nor never made clear
It is like truth or lies untold
It is sad like something profound unsaid….
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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