never diluted nor boned

never diluted nor boned
to the high substance
where every man fends for himself
I in the wind I turned
to whirling leaves in showers
of a new end returning

steepled over city dark
with beer and broken men
I often find myself an element
of the booming future
beating on the Wexford windowsill
light house erect at night




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-10-19 at 21:59

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Bob, this reads like an ode to cosmic consciousness... The overarching oneness of all.
2015-10-20