My mind crazed with magic
and desperate omens,
I ache and crave and seek
sex( a ride to the land of my bloom),
certain that a sudden perfect stroke
will set my whole life right,
my fate a fever, a dream
I wait to awaken
finally and forever,
each new clue
a possible key
to my impossible destiny.
The rest is death.
Diving at clues is all I know I can do.
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Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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Crack in the Ceiling
Poetry by Thomas Radwick
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