Sunday, July 26, 2020

Serenity When


when nothing is all there is
I am able to give more of the same
dig deep into my empty pockets
scrape away my empty plate
see through me retreating into these darkening blues
froth of you leaving returning over sunken jetties
a squealing pulsing sea
your eyes stare into a longer story unread
but truer than any contemplations
serenity when
there is nothing left
to be

Serenity When
jppestana
7. 26. 2020

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