[ENG] Daily

It sometimes feels like Groundhog Day

only rarely does it not.

Letting the mandala sweep

thoughts dissipate, longing rots.

 

 

Wholly to the day I give

Others cant quite notice.

Evanescing synapses

for those who only quote it.

 

 

Entombed in day-schedules

Released by nights rise

Charge the morning, overflow the cup

with broken diorite.

 

 

Symbols brushed

be unclouded tomorrow.

Weighty mattress

cradles scores of ammo.

 

 

Visions of a white square

budging often,

Buoyant sense

of the pneuma force crossing.

 

 

square reflection - N.L.B

Nicole Leigh-Bennett

 

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