13 october 2020
Homage To Flesh
Far beyond the light years,
I will seek the darkness-
where the hope was born,
and night had the faith.
The trust not betyrayed, become
meniscus, when the crowds
start coming. Dog bitten you scowl.
A half-written poem was ripped away.
An inside truth comes too close
to flames. Something limbless-
moves in empty mind. In the
falling snow a dove flutters like a myth.
Half-truths are touted now as,
a new brand of secular religion.
Something was amiss. Man was
afraid of himself, becoming semi-god.
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