Apathy No More

Apathy No More short poem

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Clip not the wings of imagination
Let it fly its uncharted way
Yield now and then to temptation
Let the spirit be free and gay

Suit not the action to the image
Fresh be your speech, and acts new
How rare each day, the moments few
In life overcome death and age

Off with the shackles and chain
Laugh, shout and sing at will
Thereby the true knowledge gain
Man will discover man still

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Hopeless romantic, grounded realist, eternal optimist, brooding pessimist. All these are me. I am all of them, and then some more. Here you will find some of my poetry written between 1985 and 1999, a period when my idealism and abstraction topped the pressures of reality and sustenance.
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