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Time,
find some,
share it with me.
Don't do anything different,
we wouldn't know what to do
if we saw each other.
Build,
find something.
Work with yourself
at these times.
Think,
of what you want,
then place them there
gently.
I am open to many things
except being alone,
it is a closed world
much like we all have.
I continue
with your memory,
comfortably.
(March 14, 1997)
(102 pages)
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About the Book
The big ‘I’ thinking, talking, writing about myself. My self center was in upheaval, yet it was all I had. So many experiences from earlier years of my life did not work or were simply gone. My life was an exploding universe and when it cleared some, I could see so many others. Then the strength part, or lack of, I strived for my zero center. Asking for understanding was a gamble I could ill afford to lose. I have met so many people whose experiences humble me and thinking back ,was it all as tough as I remember? Stunned by the survival of my senses, I can only conclude it’s all part of the big picture. So I am sitting here in a place in the woods, not enough rain for the stream to flow, thinking over so many parts of mine and others lives. I criticize my work. Some are not me. There are too many simple words rhymed again and again. I can only say I lived each word I wrote and at times as fast as possible without the speed of light taking it from my mind in a natural emotional preservation of time and times yet to live in a good life.
About the Author
Frank Burie is in his early forties and lives in the midwestern United States.