Waiting Room

WAITING ROOM

Set yourself
To examining
The texture
Of the fabric
Of your life
Between meals

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 January 6, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

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