It’s not just out there that there’s weather
There’s changeable weather here inside too
Heard tell they’re one and the same anyway
Beneath this sogenannten inside/outside slop
In which case all bets’re off or else ill judged
N this moment’s snap’s not the last’s or next’s
N any original thought’s worth no more than
What pads out a thousand mindless quotings

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 17, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.

  1. And yet… nothing is ever lost. What is writ on the cosmic walls is eternal. Beyond time and space. Every nuance of thought, creativity…. “…and everything matters….” Forever.

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  2. oh to hear this weather
    from a handsome
    weatherwoman ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. Yes, no it seems to be varying weather in the North. Thanks for reminding me of the lodestar, I’d forgotten to look for it all these years…

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