Author: Bob Adamcik

Confession

Were we but the vagrantWinds, ephemeral and Passing, that do not bind Themselves to where they’ve been!We could live with stagnantLives, content to breath, and No one we’d left behindCould e’re own us again. But we are not the...

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Black Hole

Should you, in your misfortune, cross That nth dimensional reach in space Ruled in tyranny by some non-place, Where light and matter both are loss To gravity’s relentless greed… Should you naively somehow drift Within the radius...

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Doubt

If certainty so fine Were something that were mine, If I knew God a myth, I’d envelope my soul, Lick it, stamp it, and go Myself to mail it, forthwith. st, 1979 Talca ___________________ © 1979, R.S. Adamcik...

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Sombras

Mira como me asombras Desde la puerta de mi pasado! Oscura, apenas visible, Me llamas a señas Que nos juntemos. Pero al tomar el primer paso, Te veo desvaneciendo A la oscuridad del otro lado; Y al acercarme, encuentro Solo el...

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