Enlightenment by Max BouilletIs it a question of faith
when your faith questions you,
and all that is left
is a spent wick and the
odor of a burnt soul.
08/16/2004 Posted on 08/16/2004 Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
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Posted by JD Clay on 08/22/04 at 05:22 AM Exhaustive poetry, Max. Your acute poignancy is truly amazing. Do you suppose that's what became of the Mayans?
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Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/23/05 at 01:22 AM and the candle burns at both ends... oh man this is good... |
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