A grinding instant of awakening, an unfolding of observation. Ideas and entries of quiet segregation and witnessing worship to brutality. The ignorance our common cause, the medicine they hide, keys of knowledge forgotten for hyped up handfuls of prettified ignorance. Catharsis of entertainment, plights of forgotten, division and david, a dispelling of that nature. A tending to the garden of my Omni-standing I give you this for next to nothing.
Details
- Publication Date
- Jun 21, 2012
- Language
- English
- Category
- Poetry
- Copyright
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- Contributors
- By (author): Nathan Richardson
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- Format