In the Aloneness of Wit

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz

Red crimson plains

imagination sifting breath

vast, oceanic, calling

silence a new breed

i am here among crossed frontiers

shadows engulfing universes

yet i live on wits alone.

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Thanks Jacob!

a mouthful galore and yes I agree!

regards,
al

some of us, that is all we seem to have---but thank god for wit and humor...it carries us through.

j.

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Added on May 1, 2017
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