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THE KEY

  THE KEY Existential fear of the Unknown Ripping at our soul Who are we The answer is the question We are mystery Faith is a place to hide Doubt is no place at all Choice To be what we w ant to be Meaningless existence Only when we fall and don’t rise again No enigma this We miss our reality

Searching for the key    
— Geremia, May 31, 2009

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Darby Cain

17 years ago

awesome

right on. this one is right up my alley. great peom
Geremia

Geremia

17 years ago

Thank you

J.B. Longo-Geremia This is a subject that has been on my mind a great deal lately.... Joe
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orgami

17 years ago

great poem Longo

can relate so well to this you are an insightful keen writer and poet
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 12 months ago

I am going to be

I am going to be sacrilegious:- a Danish Molbu story- a man lost his key in the street at night, and someone came up to him and said: "What are you looking for," He answered "I've lost my key. " Where did you loose it, ? Said the other man," "Over there he answered" "Well why are you looking here then?" "I look here because I can see under the street light." Yours as aye Annucia