reading proverbs   thinking of a friend 


to the sounds of loneliness


will i ever know the peace 

she knows




the air is intensely clear   

come winter

i will remember this day


turn my face to the sun





here the icons   glazed and fired   

and the saints   haloed

are worshipped   tell ancient stories   


like the proverbs   primal   true   

false   distant




this arid landscape invokes thoughts

of green hills

chill and wet with dew


i don't want to be alone anymore

not here   not there




thoughts without context   gathering clouds

dark and ominous   

drift and dissipate with the heat of day


a few drops in the dust as evidence 

a dry rain







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Written on 2021-08-16 at 05:21

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I'm reading and reading in blissful continuous loop...

Just one verse is enough right now, this.

(thoughts without context gathering clouds

dark and ominous

drift and dissipate with the heat of day)