the quest for sane in a world, inane
unable to define
where sanity dwells
on a distant plane
boggles the
rational
mind.
while we the
rest,
just mill about
the remnants and
the ashes.
from our caves
we will emerge,
to replenish
our dwindling
caches
Friday, March 24, 2017
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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