The moonlit sky hovers
a dark and empty street
A night submerged with wonder
and stillness

In a blissful voice, the night sang
about a faraway land,
where the pastures danced
and summer was everlasting

Lustrous knights roam the land
and the goblins lurks in the shadow
Like the darkness I lay on
As my bones relish in the calm
of this wonderful night

...but Utopia
   is not a place
   as people
   erroneously regard-
    rather a state
    of mind--
    the search
    for perfect equilibrium
    with the Yin and Yang
     in harmony
     and congruence -
     it's fascinating
     but unreachable
    a will o'-the-wisp-
    the chase is futile-

    seek not Utopia
    it's a myth:
    to fall for it
    is to be servile

Don't be wary
of my presence
I'm only a spectator
nothing will I say
listening to others--merely
with no motive
or agenda
I observe impassionately
there's lesson unfolding
and when all
is over
I'll leave quietly
none would even know
or notice me at all

Life is a roller-coaster
   up and down
   down and up
   in its every round

   there's no still=point
   nor equilibrium--only
    flux and oscillation
    the certainty of uncertainty

    a Stoic I am to the utmost degree
    and in indifference I live
    whatever the outcome
    it causes me no grief

There's too much self-assertion

in social media as though the proponents

are coercing readers to agree with them

so that they would feel they are held in appreciation

Giant, gentle flakes
Falling
Slowly
to the ground.

Falling.

All of these
Little bits of moisture
Falling.  

To a place unknown
I’m here.
Come to me.
Let your gentle head
Rest on my
Shoulder.  

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