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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Unhinged
A burning woman sheds
The wax candle of her flesh.
This is no special effect; tips
Of her roots taste of wicks.
Some claim her shriek still hangs
Overhead, but nothing’s really there.
Only the baby she left behind,
All black in white linen.
[Disposable Poem October 4, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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