Will Riley
researching morality one person at a time
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July 31, 2014
Our awful gift to history, barely surmised- that all faces ’round us, all have minds. This mean thought, and feeling, bimillennial sublime, shrinks every ego as we multiply. So must I admit the origin whence we arrived?
Other Poems
A Poet’s Accidental Meanings
Acedia
Arising
Arrowpoint
Democracy
East Lake Station
Genie
Groundhog
Icicle
Life
On The Stump Farm
Oozing
Pseudointellectuals
Rainbox
The Parking Deck
Time for Dying
Under A Tree
When Buddhas Cry
Wires