Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Until The Knell Rings

 

what drives sanity into insanity? what yearns more than reasonable?

skies in tuxedos. woman in skies. deliverance made enchanting.

haunting smiles, graves walking, no one knows about innocence.

born during poetry, fashioned in prose, I need to feel insane for someone.

aside a wooden dresser sits a pen—I need to rewrite myself.

the Nile has been discussed, most need to return, what would make for happiness?

I wonder about the depth of Sandra Beasley, chestnuts and motifs. if it becomes tremors?

much ado over Tibetan Mysticism, less to Margery Kempe.

to mimic suffering, to find answers, a soul intrigued by his obsession.

what drives mysticism?

we might reminisce on Sarada Devi.

more upon a mandolin, more into a soul, complete aches and pangs, to give until it feels relational, until harmony subsumes, like never a different future.

PS.

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