Poems from KimDugan

I hear the pressing and sound, Of the universe milling around. I draw myself further in, To avoid joining them.   To be still. To shrug...
There is a way That God meant people to be. Many are not that. But some are. And if the time comes, I wish to be counted among them.   May...
Why
Why? Why do people hurt? Why do people settle?   When the very world  Is at their finger tips, They choose to stay at home.   Why? Why are...
It all began with a chase. A runner that dashed by me.   I cannot explain, exactly, The mad impulse that sent me running too.   I toke off...