Comma And

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Dread locked into a quiet room, 
give me noise or take my breath.
The bane of non-existence is the
sigh of another life.

My trachea is scrawled on this nap
kin, well rested from my silent spring;
yes, my birds are dead and my frogs 
are mute, and continuity is merely
one extra comma in badlands
contorted by semis 
colon.

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  1. Hi Roman! As always, your poems are intriguing and inspiring. I need to reduce my emails, so must unsubscribe for a little while, but I can still find and follow your work! Off to Iowa Summer Writing Festival, then back to “the pen”. Keep writing and biking! Later! -tad

    —Tad Phippen Wente

    “A poem is a meteor.” — Wallace Stevens, poet

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