Maybe.
Maybe on such days, it's better to flee.
Maybe it's better to stay.
Maybe it's worse.
Maybe we should think it through. talk it over. remain silent.
So, what is it this time?
Guilt or regret?
We will anyway split.
Fly away with Australian stilt.
Reach the ends of time and space. forget.
I forgot to mention it was Kafkaesque.
Life these past times.
Symptoms of fever again. and weakness. visceral weakness.
Fragility.
A diktat of no transparency.
This spirit buoyancy.
We trespass the limits of ignorance.
Adopt poetry and science.
October: I owe you.
I don't know what to tell you.
There is a notch in my soul. many.
Letting stuff in and out.
Allowing for a corona. a purple aura.
Awe at umbraphiles and opposites.
At people walking through life and days like a phoenix.
This is what confusing sounds like.
Nonchalant egos.
Indifferent chaos.
Dregs Of strangers. of an acquaintance.
Dregs of existence. of disappearance.
It's been a journey!
Walking with no army. sturdy.
Sometimes listening to silence or Birdy.
Life is thorny. yet full of mercy.
Is it fair to ask? What is worthy?
i.f.
13/10/2017
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Jaded
PoezieI don't know how we can put life and all that we go through into words. I don't know if words can ever do our stories and pains justice. I think they can't. They do only what the soul can.
