Saturday, April 23, 2005


My studies of the tribal ceremonies remind me of the unity of personality I had as a child, the radiance in play is something I am trying to get back with the poetry I write- “ The stench of poverty bestowed on me urges me inroad to seek it feel but the anger stopped the voice in me the fury rapping me of my speech Words through the grinding hinge of a door echoeing the footpath in the memory tends to doubt the sincerity of the study as a collection of image that rekindles pity

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