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  • 'Living an experience, a particular fate, is accepting it fully... It is not a matter of explaining and solving, but of experiencing and describing.'
    -Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

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Amidst the black white

Amidst the black white,
The school slabs, the hard grey stones,
The solitary thought.

Resonating quiet;
It strays to many things: here an opinion,
There, trickles and streams...

Into the white night
A strange beauty weaves
As the thought spirals beyond.

Posted on January 03, 2008 in Poetry |

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Rev Transit

... the mind hesitates, meanders, surges before a brick wall...

Posted by: Rev Transit | January 08, 2008 at 09:23 PM

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