The Real II


Seems we know nothing
Beyond our imaginings
And what we’ve been told

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 August 20, 2020, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. I was wondering why I hadn’t been seeing posts from you – turns out I had the notifications off! Fixed now! 🙂


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