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Several Levels From Myself

Several Levels From Myselfby Michael DoyleLiving lifeSeveral levels from myselfI usually have my noseStuck in a book from a shelfYou were a swirl of perfectionWithout a flaw in detectionWhat was I supposed to doBut to fall madly in love with … Continue reading

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Sailing An Impersonal Apocalypse

I heard an interesting global reading of Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.  From this contrasted with the pandemic lockdown came: Sailing An Impersonal Apocalypse by Michael Doyle As is the way of many a hero’s journey Enduring the … Continue reading

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