In The Secret Garden
Poetry by B K
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
To Whatever End
We strive to purge ourselves
of old ghosts
with precarious steps along the ledge
between sanity and ecstasy
perhaps I hesitated too long?
now tomorrow is but a step
out the door
tomorrow our worlds clash again
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