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by Josef Krebs I am savagely sad And don't have a destination But logic tries to guide Me Where illustrious fellowship Of the subconscious Would prove most fabulous And uncanny while tremendous Trepidation of creation Through the plotting, plodding Consciousness Will leave me low and damp Crystallizing all in innocuous Random traipsing Unchallenged or challenged By the soldiers of the mind Who come knocking mid- Sentence Arrest, try, and Sentence For ideas un- Relenting Yet Unrestrained Un- Involved in creation Copyright 2014. All rights reserved.
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