A light in the distance
Short term memory a torch
Against encroaching darkness

Came to (again)
Wake up time then I guess
And guess what?

And after that?
More stuff

Then next after that
You know what?
More stuff

Und so weiter
Und so weiter
Till sleep time

Then guess what?
Dreams n dreams
Sometimes even enjoyable

Still mainly forgotten
Immediately admittedly
Or else soon after

Then came to (again)
When to be honest
(With himself too)

Not writing for you
Or else some sparrow
But for some eagle

Hovering in mid air
Uninvolved, equivocal
Equivocally uninvolved

Ultimately unconcerned
Regarding your existence
Never mind his own

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 20, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Troubling, I would think. But then, when life becomes nothing more than one’s own tight sphere, simpler is better. Even so, troubling to observe.

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  2. Ben, on one level this reminds me of my mom who had Alzheimer’s. On another level it reminds me of unmindful humans, sleepwalking their lives away. And the last few lines about the eagle and his perspective are brilliant!

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