who am I to dispute the fact

who am I to dispute the fact
that I am you too
that I too
roll like dark thunder
between worlds scolded by light
never perceived
nor called for by other here entities
than I and I running
insisting on prevalence

grass rolled into green dragons
fume at every I door slamming
on the way to nowhere
Ramses will not interrupt
nor the incarnations
of human void and silence
tender wistfulness
is all that is left
there is no river to die for
that I too
roll like dark thunder
between worlds scolded by light
never perceived
nor called for by other here entities
than I and I running
insisting on prevalence

grass rolled into green dragons
fume at every I door slamming
on the way to nowhere
Ramses will not interrupt
nor the incarnations
of human void and silence
tender wistfulness
is all that is left
there is no river to die for



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-12-10 at 12:32

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