needed for calm survival,
our false loves, clean peace, and death
steals our new purpose.
The Persistence of Memory, Salvador Dali, 1931.
Art, Death, Depression, Memory, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shadorma, Time
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#1 by clinock on March 16, 2017 - 3:02 am
powerful poem Carl…
“The only difference between a madman and me is that I am not mad!” / Dali
#2 by Carl on March 16, 2017 - 4:59 am
Thank you, John! Cheap use of his most popular, but this one sticks with me!
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