Begin, Begat, Begone
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Laurence Overmire
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The past infects the present
Ever present poison
Must be
Expunged
Sucked through thin
Psychic skin
Spat 'tween
Clenched teeth
Rage released
In the stillness of a pristine moment
Cleansed
Is
The soothing elixir
...of the soul.
~ Laurence Overmire
(Previously published in Some Words: A Place for Poetry, Nov-Dec '99)
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