November 15, 2015
More &
more the
cognizant
are shut
up in
a cubbyhole
of longing
a state
of sleepless
vigilance
increments of
the inevitable.
There are
no answers
no unsolved
puzzles there
is no
path to
follow.
The spirit
is in
lockdown the
sacred erased
like chalk
from a
grade-school
blackboard.
