Gentle Followers,
Back cause I could not stay away. Wanted a longer break, but guess I had more reason to write than to break.
-DBL
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Hear that creak
that people speak
A language not well known
In one hand
held
the thoughts that interfere
In the other the thoughts that make things
clear
Open palms
Intertwined
The hands put aside
Not used to caress
In their travels they fake disinterest
An image taken
from the recess of the mind
A hope left
for the unkind
A single fish
swimming in shallow waters
Cutting through the water
No direction
just joy in the sensation
In its speed exist its agitation
Primitives waste time on meditation
Round the earth
With no rebirth
Soon the waters ended
A land once a living soup
Turned upside down
Pre-dawn nuke
Mismanagement
with the forbidden fruit
Grabbing hold of the fabric of time
Nothing
Never
Ever left behind