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Corners Untouched by Madness - A Poem by N. Daniel

Dawn along Highway 61 - Nearing Red Wing, MN

Corners Untouched by Madness

The kettle's hiss like snakes closer and further from wisdom. The leaves like memories beneath the water tumbling.

I visited six service stations in corners untouched by madness, the hatred of plastic freudian secrets like torn glove box prescriptions.

I crashed in an outskirt field where snowflakes cursed your name silently. Clarity is a term for mendicants knowing ugly impending truths.

Remembering now the hours spent driving insane without you, I cried tonight alone caressing your genius.

- July 14, 2014. -

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