The Stranger walked slowly into his eyes
worked slowly into the resistant mind
continually resisting The Stranger kind
in our midst to dispose of such all the lies
told stranger than fiction a faction
a factor in decisions made the fade
toward empty existence made
essential only in crap shoot action
elsewhere how else explain
how The Stranger strides out
of each page of unfelt doubt
larger than ever seen in plain
sight situational substantial
less loss all too existential
Douglas Barbour
Wednesday September 20 2006
Douglas Barbour
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Where philosophy stops, poetry is impelled to begin. He was
a man, far away from home, biting his nails at destiny.
Susan Howe
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