out of Time –
winding up alcoves and altars
we ascend at our
behest the wild Leviathan breathing
out to Sea --
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About Me
- Julian Ball
- I was born in a crossfire hurricane, oh, wait a minute, that's the rolling stones, i'm a kind of introspective person who values his friendships very highly and is passionate about his art -- i write poetry mostly, draw and paint, and play guitar and the keyboard, sing a little bit, mostly springsteen songs, i'm intense about what i do but publicly a little reserved if social -- i find life to be a consistently interest thing to observe, study, and live -- hope you enjoy the site --
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