windfall

arobot

 Windfall

 

 

No call no message whatsoever

What a great relief there is ever

No news is good news, as is said

I’m left alone by the world instead

A whole morning of reading and musing

Of no interruption, no visitation infusing

Then why i refer to the wireless tether

If i so prefer to merge in a nether

 I am expecting a fat job offer

But I am willing it to come never

 

Forsaken

 

However puny  the cosmic motes

Are on the strings like some notes

Some are heard and resonated

Others sifted into the void annihilated

Like winds, some are caught by trees

Some by sails, some no one hears or sees.

  • Author: arobot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 11th, 2022 11:25
  • Category: Unclassified
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