robertarohen

My senses abound with the unlikely and occasionally fall into the trap of the implausible Erratic how contradictory this soul might feel hence all the effort I conscientiously make to live down to earth No wonder this inkling of continual battle within myself An epic crusade between the soul, a complaisant master and the mind, an adamant servant Hidden in the glacial numbness of an abyss these two forlorn tenants brawl And from the distance, out in the bitter rain my flesh and bones succumb to their poignant wrestle ... a boundless feud… For their realm, my buoyant perception of self, it abounds with the unlikely as well,