Sanctuary Poem by Edward kessel

Sanctuary



Sanctuary: the nursery of sanctions.Severed minds, at last minute fate, at last minute fake, at last minute sake, at delusion is the only way. The way they say, the way at last, the right way. Hidden under, hidden no-where, unhidden in hidings way. Submissive fringe. Fringes as scapegoats, fringes as targets.Fringes fighting fringes. Man as god, Man as peasant. How delusional for long's sake.Mind over matter, Plague! Matter over mind, Plague, Plague, Plague!

Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: human nature
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Edward kessel

Edward kessel

Tijuana, Mexico
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