The bubbling words percolate, <br />Wondering where I've been of late, <br />Needing life in their expression, <br />Muted by my Art's regression; <br />And thus by Art's necessity, <br />I deposit my sad history; <br />Less than what I was before, <br />More paralyzed but tempered pure.<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/le-retour-3/
