Poems of hope, poems of despair. Poems of love, hate, life, death, art, and everything in between, such as this one:
Cloud formations over Carolina;
scratchy lines which Paul Klee
would have been proud to stroke;
Colors which would have shat-
tered his dynamic sensibilities;
Forms which might have re- defined his mad contexts,
brought madness to his sane world.
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