Sunday, February 26, 2017


trapped in many cocoons
with new ghosts of practice
slowly darkening the limbs
trying to still the flapping feet
ignore the raging roar
of stillness
enjoy a few minutes
of sunshine, and trust
the water people know
everything is a matter of time
everything is a swirl
of the obvious, the unobvious
the salient, the arcane,
the endless, the pointless

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