description: With my mind in a solemn abyss of thought, with no direct association to anything, no new theories, &amp; no security or validity for the previous ones, I still find an ordinary pleasure in placing the pen in my right hand &amp; touching its tip to a blank page, dispersing its ink, shaping it into known hieroglyphs we’ve adapted as the written language. A vacant simplicity dictates this moment; a dedication to nothing, a blank stare into the forum of meditation, a swarm of boils in the existentialist batter. Within the pit of society I look within…
language: English
title: poems of exile
titlecomplete: poems of exile
ratings_count: 5
publisher: iUniverse