Poems from D. T. Kleinke
And yet the flow of my disorderly conduct,
bathes me in illuminous light.
Dissonance fills the passion of my soul,
Filling the void with...
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The mystery of my ire excites me into action,
As the plug becomes loose from its colorful prison.
So too does my...
We hold our own truths to be self evident, that the cloud of society
does not edge with those who follow with no hearts to hold, but for...
The skies fall down, shining star by shining star.
Clouds reaching spiraled, a hand wide and far.
Our discourse set upon the shining light...