Monday, September 22, 2008

Now? My Love? My now love?
Love of the glassy mountains?
Love of the nowness of the verdant deserts?
Love, by the grinder of your mind?
So it be love, of our love of our love from our love by our love for the love of the love of - life.
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Unknown said...

I love your poems Ignatz. Your art is beautiful. You are a very talented man indeed!

July 05, 2016 9:02 PM

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