The past infects the present <br />Ever present poison <br />Must be <br />Expunged <br />Sucked through thin <br />Psychic skin <br />Spat 'tween <br />Clenched teeth <br />Rage released <br />In the stillness of a pristine moment <br />Cleansed <br />Is <br />The soothing elixir <br />...of the soul. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in Some Words: A Place for Poetry, Nov-Dec '99)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/begin-begat-begone/
