there is no darker night
than the dark of the mind
it blinds to the horizon’s light
and renders thought confined
to tunnel vision implosion
and love expediently redefined
for the fertile soul’s erosion
and the wind blown blight consigned
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© May 08, 2012
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Poetic Sojourn
About Scott Schoffstall
I'm a relatively new poet having started in earnest 11/2010. I have sought the authentic and am still on that quest. I've diverged from the norm yet always reached for the universal.
My interests were always beyond the here and now. Beyond the taste, touch, smell, hear, see. Where the mind and the spirit transcend the physical.
They say perception is reality. Is it? Are we truly all there is?
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