Cool Jets Only Thank You


A world that will not slow
To match me step by step
Is not worth living in
And so I shall recline

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 January 6, 2018, in Four By Six, Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I need to remember this one! My new mantra. 🙂


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