Saturday, April 8, 2017

Origins


like echoes

I remember

The twisted vindictive



my grandmother’s eyes

turning their minds

into sandcastles



the origins of savagery

some dreamscape

of long sweeping tides



 we are owls in trees

looking upon vastness

as I was taught



what is suffering?

In the ebb and flow

Of time



Eroding human weakness

Like some childish activity

As if awakening

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