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Castaway
CASTAWAY
Desert isle dweller swims downstream
Passing oodles of chaste charity shops
Deep swamped in castaways chasing
Seeking dreams among castaways’
Castaways – Look, a cupless saucer
Its history, its future unknown now
A momentary fleck of identification
Desert isle dweller swims upstream
The Perils Of Social Isolation
The Perils Of Social Isolation.
REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
THE ISOLATION ILLUSION
Each WE a finger.
Without others no more WE!
Many fingers > one hand.
REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
Nourishment: Shadorma
NOURISHMENT
What it is
We seek to nourish
Our first quest
The second
Within – while beyond our thoughts –
The proper aliment
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While this was composed back in October I post it in the wake of the annual mania of overconsumption and frenzied acquisition.
Pretty Ballerina
PRETTY BALLERINA
Stop!
Open!
Stop hiding
Your darker side.
Face the light of truth.
Your life is but a dream
In which you’re fully vacant
Distracted and far from this place.
Caught in the spotlight spin round and round;
Ravenous pirouette seeking applause.
Lost In Translation: Shadorma
LOST IN TRANSLATION
I love you
A complex concept
To try to
Get across
When we know so few words of
Another’s language
Confession And Plea
CONFESSION AND PLEA
I confess
I am lost
Please help me
Am I here to teach?
Or else to learn?
Maybe both?
I confess
I am lost
Please help me
Must we always be acting
From our wounded places?
Or first be acting to heal?
I confess
I am lost
Please help me
It is clear you are lost too
Stop being a smartarse
Just be a child, be kind
Dear Ones Lost
DEAR ONES LOST
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Missing you terribly
But that’s our fault
Not yours
Or is it?
Or else not?
For you are I
As I play you
In your absence
Asking where am I?
Asking where am I?
Asking where am I?
Grave Misdirection: Shadorma
GRAVE MISDIRECTION
Dear Donald
Look in a mirror
Not down south
This so-called
National emergency?
That’s where you’ll find it
Tail End (1a)
TAIL END
Unbidden
This evanescence
Potency
Cogency
Going where morning mist goes
When the sun comes up
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Ben Naga 