"There cannot be a quiet end..." I had heard once, from someone, somewhere, sometime. From childhood acquaintances or junkies on the streets. And so, here I am, yet another poem book. I've moved to Europe. Sold everything to follow a dream that seems dimmer to achieve now, than whence before I left to chase after it. A life far from quiet in the moment that is for sure. So, forgive the turmoil of the rhyme, of the sequence in which each poem is set. A poem is different for everyone. Means something different to each who recites the passion of the Poet. I hope you enjoy this collection.
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