Glory Be 1962

 

   Glory Be

Words come first.

Through truth came words.

Through words comes truth,

Communion booth

And market stall.

I have not taken up with names.

They seem to make too many claims.

They tear me into little bits,

Intimidate, tear at my wits.

I have not take up with ‘writer’,

Yet have written words and words;

And words must man I am a writer.

Glory be, I am a writer!

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Glory Be 62.7.18Pure Nakedness; The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin

 

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