Unheard Echo

Posted on October 5, 2013 by Gene Stewart

How to be free from
Contingency
When distant edge
Is all I see?

How to catch up to
Family
Who rush into
Complacency?

How to be seen, to
Simply be?
This ghost existence
Murders me.

We are both here now.

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About Gene Stewart

Born 7 Feb 1958 Altoona, PA, USA Married 1980 Three sons, grown Have lived in Japan, Germany, all over US Currently in Nebraska I write, paint, play guitar Read widely Wide taste in music, movies Wide range of interests Hate god yap Humanist, Rationalist, Fortean Love the eerie
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