we are light and darkness
expending energy - inhale, exhale -
dreaming of stardust, cottonweeds, gardens,
oak trees that touch the sky, but what of the
nadir of our ills, sufferings, wars; what do we
own and know of ourselves & others & where to start?
tinged with fatigue, i jot a (maybe) list:
keel to the waves, kneel in silence of the ruins,
nurture my sadness, plant my flag of surrender, as no
one has all the answers to our questions, 100% of the time:
we do not know (& that is alright)
to ask the question
first than seeking the perfect answer, i claim amnesia
when i rise in the morning from my bed,
pondering the world: nothing is simple as abracadabra !
For Dverse Poets Pub: Poetics: For the Love of Puzzles by Lillian. This is also an Acrostic Plus. Please check my hidden message.
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