Me
never whole,
or complete,
with eyes which can not see,
stumbling through the darkness,
in the brightest of lights,
I run through the days,
staining each life I meet,
never whole,
or truly complete.
Douglas Polk
poetry and art by Douglas Polk. Art is politics . . .written, verbal and visual . . . .involving power, influence and conflict. Douglas Polk
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