no voice
really
is
questioned
terrible words
terrible actions
are
agency
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interruption….
in the first moments of
blissful oblivion as sleep drapes over
reality
rips through
the black sweetness
to
the scream of
death
sleep well….
take a nap
make
your bed
if only
solutions for all
universal
problems
wrought iron bars….
having conversations
using letters
having great intellectual events
thinking being in your heart
thinking understanding
thinking experiences
all
just mental play
same old story….
i am a little victim
rising from the
ashes
a hero’s welcome
shining
the winning
ticket
a phoenix or the chicken
ace….
i am a tool
respect my
tools
when a nail
goes into
wood
i respect
the hammer
reflections….
two birds
meet
at the window
their souls
stunned
different degrees
patience
will stirred
with shakti