i became i
spit out of chaos
i became i
out of the pits
of hell, so dark
so deep as to make
black holes seem
freckles on the universe
spit out of chaos-
unplanned, unwanted
i became i
a rush of light,
of impudent beauty,
stunning even the gods.
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About elrondsilvermaul
I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
just4craig 
Stark but with great imagery.
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Yes, I’d agree with Penny. I like the imagery of the “black holes seem freckles on the universe” – that’s really great!
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