Kali Yuga Time, Folks


They soiled their linen
Over several lifetimes
Again and again
Then woke up, soaked, washed and rinsed
Now here comes the spin cycle

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 September 12, 2017, in Tanka and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Cleverly written once again, Ben. Alas, it is fitting. Round and round we go….

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  2. Spin. Spun, Yarn. Yawn. Nowhere yet near the tether’s end. Four Horsemen still having breakfast…..

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