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Severed.

Severed

   Could I sever my soul for purpose?
   Perhaps
   To yield a stony garden
   Tended in blood
   Watered daily
   It may bloom mutant bliss
   (hybrid dreams of inconsistency and bloated candor)
   Could I sever my soul for purpose?
   Perhaps
   But not to be like you

Naomi Pace (New Rochelle, NY). Coming on your listing in Poet's Market was a relief. All that cover letter crap was beginning to piss me off ... every listing outlining all the usual b.s.--we're liberal-minded and revelers of art but no this and no that and blah, blah, blah. After spending several years in limbo--sometimes, I'm not sure I ever came out, studying for my bachelor's degree (English), traveling, etc., I have not made any attempts furthering my poetical endeavors until now--perhaps, it is only now I am ready to take the inane on head on.

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Title Annotation:POETRY, ESSAYS, CARTOONS ET AL
Author:Pace, Naomi
Publication:The American Dissident
Article Type:Poem
Date:Mar 22, 2001
Words:142
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