Dancing on the central sigh
like a dark dream in the night
I cannot see it clear at all
but here it whispers as I fall
Pillow catches like a web
all the things I never said
except in moments of meditation
exhaling now this recitation
and I wander deep forlorn
past the utter shame and scorn
to a place I can truly speak
and all the world listens to me
Just this once the guards subside
that had covered this inner eye
On even ground we now evolve
into a better one and all
(August 21st, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
