You are repeating
hymns to douse the flames
of a burning god.
Walk to the potter's
field, where books are
buried in wraps.
In the wasteland,
you can search the frozen
tears of Zen.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 5th, 2023 19:48
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
(is this that same wasteland of Eliot's divorce
mirroring our world of warmongering woes
inking that personal, in that poetic universal...?)
Happy New Year!
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