WILDERNESS

WILDERNESS

STRANGE ARE THE LOOKS CAST MY WAY
WHEN EXPRESSION I AIR.
OUT OF THIS WORLD THEY SEEM.
AND YET I WONDER AND ASK MY MIND
WHERE FROM - THESE LOVERS SPRING.
WITH JOY AND MUSIC IN THEIR BEING.

EVEN IN TREATING MY PAIN,
I BUT CHOOSE A PAINFUL WAY.
WITH THE TIP OF A NEEDLE,
AND SHARPENED MIND PROBES : I PICK,
THE THORNS IN MY BLISTERED SOLES : MY HEART.

HOPEFULLY GOD WILL PRESERVE
THE GARDENS OF MY CHERISHED HOPES !
I HAVE WATERED THESE PLANTS WITH MY LIFE BLOOD.

THE SILENCE OF THE STARS AT NIGHT
COMPELS ME TO WEEP.
YET THE NIGHT ENFOLDS IN ITS INKY BLACK,
AND THE EYES DO NOT SEE..
SO ! UNIQUE IS MY LOVE,
UNIQUE MY WAILS.
ONE CANT BE SEEN,
THE OTHER BEYOND HUMAN PITCH,
SUPPRESSED WITHIN.

ASK ME NOT THE PLEASURE ,
OF LEADING A HOMELESS LIFE,
I HAVE BUT BUILT, THEN BURNT,
HUNDREDS OF MY NESTS.

A RANDOM THOUGHT -
- DON'T DISTANCE YOUR SELF FROM CO TRAVELERS - IN LIFE,
STAY A WHILE, FOR YOU TO ARE DOOMED TO DIE."

FOR EVEN IN HEAVEN THE EXPECTATIONS OF THE HOURIS
HAVE FULLY TRAINED THE RESPONSE OF PRIESTS.
SEEMINGLY THIS MASTER - MIND IS SIMPLE AND NAIVE.

WHY SHOULDN'T THE VERSES, LONELY BEING, BE DEAR TO ME?
THESE ARE POIGNANT CRIES OF MY BROKEN BEING.
MY ARTICULATION AND VISIONS
OF MY LIFE'S WILDERNESS.

~ Lonely Being ~

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