Friday, November 27, 2015

Irrelevant



Bùzháo biānjì

Irrelevant


I howl in the night
Like a wolf
In pain
At the moon

For the hunger
Has taken a piece
Of me
 
Running up
The eye tooth
Through the bone
Of this face

On fire
Set aflame

Humanity

Running through
The blood
And bone

Lightning Flashing
Through the veins

 Thunder
In the mind
&
Soul

Alone
As the rain
Roars down
Wind whipping
Me

Naked
&
Cold

Gripping to
Each Moment
In time

To Let go
Of the flow
Of life
On me

To drain me
Dry
Of who I am

In the agony
Of the hour
Of
The pain

I howl

Irrelevant


Ài
Namaste
Añjali Mudrā
 
Maharishi Déjà Vu
6.2015.11.27.03.03EST




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