solitude embracing

solitude embracing sad suns
riding at the edge of understanding
is the way the world breaks
a Tuesday full of doubt

willfully she leaves green footprints
across the what the children will find
when universal is yet a step closer
to the constant middle of it all

sleep me drool me cascade me
in the here of life's dominion
where air is constantly produced
at the cost of breaking secretes

there are folks that roll in ragas
elope in fugues of old meditation
that see no more than monk choirs
breaking at the crack of dawn




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-06-09 at 16:39

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. A universal journey into Tuesday :)
2015-06-11