(n167)
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i sink into a dark hole,
in a deep cave,
i won't hear,
the pains of the world,
the clashing of swords,
i sink into a cavern,
and enjoy the peace.
.
the sages have departed,
ending term at babylon,
horor,
left as singularity,
punished,
acquainted with friendly death,
best hope.
.
can't find the light,
sailing on dark seas,
beacons, fall to the depths,
a chalice of ambrosia, withheld,
light, forlorn, despairs,
nothingness becomes all,
and all is now empty.
.
not lost,
the singularity of my time,
an undefined thing,
humor of the gods,
toy for heaven,
lifted but mocked at will,
without escape.
.
scorned by storms,
the land,
exist in my mind,
the very weakness of me,
imagination, the laughing curse,
('she' knows me),
i am not lost, just lost.
.
(c) Erik Minas-Gilkes (Standswithtrees), 9/27/17  12:45am
Minas-Gilkes Clan, Kalinago Nation, Dominica