Didn't she said,
That you are her poetry?
A poetry that breathes,
Something that cannot be
Emplace beneath.

You are unintentionally,
Breaking her reverie,
And now you are turning her,
Into a catastrophe.

Your one stride, is full of pride,
We can see you are trying to guide.
But, we still get misplaced, and
You still come back to emplace.
Oh Swami Bapa, we can't thank you enough,
for helping us get through our guf...

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Talking conspicuously.
Convincingly
animated by brief systole
enlivening moments now noticed
enraptured by state-of-mind.

Finally — getting some wear.


Blantant humdrum
creating significance
these hands; as busy as their feet—
uprighting tenacity
withholding ground
propping-up; inherency
always down.

Keep a view imbibed in you/
let little else sprout w/ grace.
Speaking little
thought out-of-place
quality—resolute
turnabout's efface.


(Reactive-planning spanning
lyfe's length debased.
Nurture sought
and there it stays.
Blessed are these coming days.)


To You; and you
but, also, to those whom
begin a stage
tallied-number imputing length
relucted thru each surpassing day;
meek to root
plumbed arrays:
ambition distilled
envision all ways.
Incessant is
machinations' stiff pace.
This concurrence
your emplace
set out to finish
heritage borne
foisting
a running race.