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a sample poem;
“Illusion and sense; in two parts”
by GT Linn
To bring miracles to unworthy souls
and dance them before ones eyes
as marionettes to a child long starved for laughter.
To bring them so close, that one need only reach out...
sadly find the air before them void of substance;
an illusion Ah, is it not illusion that resides in our memories,
when the image of detail has long since blurred?
There was something about her One could sense, feel, taste.
Essence of a flavor, Lingering, perceptible,
though barely if not focused; as an aperitif,
consumed slow for its aromatic memory