The artificial disguises itself
As simply being man-made
As opposed to plain natural

Delving a little deeper though I find
“Artifice (noun) = a clever trick or stratagem
A cunning, crafty device or expedient, a wile”

I note we’ve been together for a while now
Note phonemes such as t(og)ether and while
Becoming an increasing irritation

Love and fear resume their old tango
Alarm bells and Fire Exit signs
Spring up like Autumn fungi

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 28, 2016, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. Proceed in an orderly fashion to the doors.

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  2. We become comfortable and take each other for granted. We think there may be something better. And you soon learn not better, different. Then you realize comfortable was better. Good words Ben.

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