Once upon a time in 1992 I was vaccuming and became weary of the exercise ("man vaccuming sux") so I stopped and decided to write down the next poetic idea that came to mind and this was the result, uneditted (except for grammar indicators) from the original in 1992: (in later times I have entitled it The Secret)
And under the endless bank of stars,
beneath the stretching rows of glory,
remains the Secret wide and deep,
a hidden silence in its story.
Subdued in time and motion vast,
never again to show its face,
banished beyond mere mortals touch,
revealing nevermore its perfect grace.
The Innocence, birthed and then reborn,
a sacred seed that blooms in time,
no sooner reaped and then is scattered,
true mystery shows in love sublime
Has anyone else tried this type of exercise and if so what was the result for you?
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