[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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