Crashing and crushing is soul’s anarchy
That pushes me to reality’s horizon.
With bloodless wounds my idolatry
Slips, fails, finally spawns
A dark embrace with the chaos
That stokes my gluttonous hunger
For life’s meaning or its unsought loss,
Bringing guilt of which I am the first connoisseur.
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Anarchy of My Soul
The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor 
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Jeffrey LYNN? Naylor?? Did I find you? I’m still in nebraska and want to talk to you
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