Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
The rains devoured us
Unsated waters fated for us
No higher ground existed
From which we were not overpowered
By the tyrannical wetness
Once such a holy thing
Now it downpours
With unholy consistency
Upon our moist hearts
Unable to regret this
Undeserved fault of ours
For which there is no clemency
The precipitate heavy drops
So quickly now eating the land
And us and the contours of things.
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces. View all posts by Richard Q
Love the Dust
Beautiful emotional lines !👌👌
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Thank you, Priti! My apologies for responding so late…your comment was in Spam for some reason. I have got to keep an eye on that…. In any case, I am as thankful now as I would have been then! I hope your days are marvelous!
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Thank you so much .🙏
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