Weather Or Know

Apr 16

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WEATHER OR KNOW

Hard rains sweep by
Rinse soiled streets clean
Brief respite though
Hark, the next deluge
Of turbid effluence
Generously gifted
By the thoughtless

Slumbering in simplicity
No fearful encounters
In radiant solitude
Wherein to acknowledge
Realisation’s spiky burdens
And consoling gifts
Onward, onward, comrades

To oblivion
And no beyond
Hooves strike faster now
Valley of death looms
Engorging black hole
Rolling thunder clap
Hard rains sweep by

No encore

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 April 16, 2017, in Republished and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. smilecalm | April 17, 2017 at 4:28 pm

    deep!
    happily micro
    organisms
    await their
    impending
    feast 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

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