So close, so gloriously close to the eternal rapture of the human spirit. I stand so close so gloriously close it seems but a dream that such a spark could exist on so desolate a plain. It seems a wonder to behold the eternal hunger, joy, pain that we call life,the eternal soul concealed so neatly within the human frame.
just checking if everyones key boards were broke. There used to be a lot of cool people on this sight that would post a reply to tell people if they enjoyed a poem or not but I guess they all went somewhere else.
