KATABASIS

Dark and dank perhaps
To those who do not know
This earthen journey one makes
Towards the enlightened sun.
But to one burdened by too much
Of mortal’s coils and punctuation marks
I find a quiet cocoon waiting
Encircling me with gentle waves
Of golden silence.
I might find the will to move soon
From this earthen womb
But not yet… not yet…
 
RhB 20152301 0115P

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