the fabric.

Wallflower Whimsy


Blame it on the neural pathways,

(blame it on our tumultuous youths,)

blame it on the dysfunction

making us do it —

seeking out wayward souls,

(the lost amongst the loners,

the outcasts hiding

behind smiling faces,)

assuming a host

of burdens willingly

because love

makes us do it.

(Perhaps we’ve

no option but to

save the loneliest souls

from drowning

before drowning


becoming clarity

within the chaos

only because it’s a chaos

belonging to another.)

However abstract,

however dangerous,

however powerful,

chaos is alive

within us all —

it’s the weird spirit

of the powerless, the homesick,

the longing, the loving,

the haunted mirrors

of our souls.

Painful chaos

drives us to survive,

daring the fabric

of reality to push beyond

its boundaries and grow,

making the symmetry of beauty

inarguably beautiful,

keeping us on our toes,

(whether they be

running or dancing,)

keeping life

acutely alive

despite the

frigid grip of

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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 March 3, 2017, in Senryu. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Thank you for pointing me towards an interesting poet.

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