Phoenix
The memories of thenCan be the burning touch of now;
If you don't fear to know,
Then your phoenix will alight with how.
Labels: poem
Sunday, January 08, 2006
[holding place]
entropy
is
life
A nattering nabob against nascent nihilism, but certainly not consonance. The blog has expanded in many directions all at once to include poetry, pictures, and discussions of philosophy, current events, music, politics, government, and military affairs.
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