PHILOSOPHISTRY

Mar 12

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PHILOSOPHISTRY

Letters conspire
Words end up sentenced to death
Reality slips the noose

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on March 12, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. silentlyheardonce | March 15, 2017 at 8:28 PM

    Metaphors that shout loud.

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