The Arrest

Posted on January 14, 2014 by thepoetsglass

The deeper joy in body lies while under
madness dream descries, a tragedy
unborn: will, rise! Still–what complies
with hope: remains unstable.

About thepoetsglass

Professor, poet, philosophical dilettante, plus some other impressively heady alliterations. Instructional designer and copywriter. Cognitive neuroscientist by night. Self-diagnosed coffee addict, sometime dancer, brooding bibliophile, and an always salty sailor.
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