From a Garret Overlooking the Bay

Words are fingertips touching,,
A lonely space is filled
with a moment of connection.

Poets’ souls exposed, raw
and bare; a glimpse of eternity
and yet when all is said and done

we write our songs
and wrestle our demons
alone

except for our dreams
our vision of heaven
and

 the Jungian success
of the Myers Briggs
personality test

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