the honing
the shaping
A dull edge into a finally laid plane
The chipping away
the imperfectness
the rough
A finish always present
not always seen
Virginia Wolfe
ended it all
demons overwhelmed
Stressing the journey is what matters
It’s going to be a bright
a bright
shiney day
To write like Snyder or Walt
Even Holm or Lawrence
To see as they saw
feeling things in a deep sense
Touching the deep seedy sinew
Emotions dormant
Ready to blossom
as the earliest Spring blossoms
Jack wrote some poems
Ginsberg was in a certain state of mind
Voices touching generations
past, present, and beyond
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