Friday, November 11, 2016

Dreams and visions

Once in a lifetime,
  Perhaps twice,
One may stumble upon a
  City in the desert
Consecrated to a death,
  To a wound which happened
Long ago.

So terrifying!!!
  To put wheels on the shrines
And hoist up sails to capture
  Spiritual winds.
To set out with the hope,
  Of learning a new ocean.

So much lost of
  So much known.
Who will we be, and
  Where will we go?

But it does not do,
  To worship a hole.



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