Something from nothing
Yes, I'm drinking right now
no apologies, not this time
as I listen to TS Eliot and his prose,
on line
I am reminded of my great soul
one that loves the greater sense
pushes forward to an elderly grave
of time and tell
When I look up into the sky
I realize how much I have left to do
the cataclysmic roar in the universe
never let me go and feel
as I'v done anything
The gravel I walk on is always ready for someone
so should the sky be, but I do not know the way
rusty old thoughts are quite the grin
on my face
looking for stars
neglected by the moon
as she looks down
asking in a different language
nothing
So roam the streets I
watching,
wondering
if there will ever be an answer to the question
Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-05-05 at 02:28
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