some lies

pacing thru the time tripped delicately on

edges of faceless fancies freed from the

rushing resentment of relentless realities

battering upon a daring door of dancing

chances taken and rebuttals received

answers mistaken and desire deceived.

douglas brent smith


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From Each Hand Until The End

  From Each Hand Until The End -- collage by douglas brent smith, 1988