I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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Tag Four
Identity stabs
An icicle in the chest
Molting swans
Beyond cymbals
Porcupine quills
In a blood drawing
Architecture with
An x-acto knife
Snorting pulverized
Glass with each
Grasp to pry
Loose what was meant
By the golden mean
Sty in the eye
[Disposable Poem July 2, 2010]
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