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10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind
#1059405 added December 10, 2023 at 5:39pm
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Another Rekindled Sunrise (of no surprise)
Cotton,
woven,
linen too perfect
in reverence of gentle white greetings
it would be new anguish to stain. Then,

the tub’s the thing —
though it soothes — it’s with purpose
to serve a soiled soul with stains to drain
each red moment tide-bled from eternal life clock,

ticking, ticking,
ticking off. Oh, but be a burden
to the maid that must scour? So,

with the life-nourishing water tapped,
spigot-ever-sending, purge an outpouring
until every last sap-drop drowned. And yet,

could
a soul
vanish in wood
somehow-never-found
except by hungry mongrels to sever
worried flesh from pale bone upon receiving ground? Maybe,

walk into a fire
so intense it disguises
all remaining hope of a life
not lived well enough to tell? What worry

to have been
a burden so small
unworthy of comfort of
bedding, a bath, a walk in wood, warm fire
that sparks the fleetest gleam in a lone moment.

Thoughts
entertain a soul
not-ready-for-bed
in this quiet undead
void of endless night meandering.

What if
I’m gone?
Since,
I seem to be
less-than-sheets-suds-roam, and
another rekindled sunrise of-no-surprise
at all?


11.12.23

Let’s not speak of this…too easy to entertain idle thoughts…that progress from room to room to open door, down a highway to hopeful non-existence, freedom of burden to roam as unshackled spirit wherever my mind wants to take me…since, no true home but inside my mind.

Thoughts progress, the wider the maw of existence unhinges jaw to receive a thin-thin-pale soul washed awash, never-ending…

and-it-just-goes-on-like-that…
…dashes blur like yellow highway stripes toward highway oblivion…
dot-dot-dot…

Do words ever…

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