"dissmal" poems
To rest, a lumbering Whale
slumbers within a dissmal
green foggy depth of the
shadowiest waters.
Sleeping now, an
unawareness
but also cause for
That from which to awaken. ...
The task to rise for a
breath still,
Magnificent size,
its shape imploring -
Where life grants itself
from the essence
of which to it
also plays.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC