Shake your brother awake
If he is still asleep

And if your sister is still asleep
Then waken her more gently

For her’s is not a dream
But a foul nightmare

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 February 27, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Interesting. But I do prefer being awaken gently.

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  2. On behalf of all women, thank you.

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