Hungry Ghosts

Posted: May 30, 2013 in Poetry
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To reintegrate now

Such a damaged soul

Seeds of great folly

For these patterns

Fallen upon us

Are what we learn

Honorary-first-degree-burn

From the university

Of self-imposed suffering

What we love,

Can we harvest?

Irrigated by tears?

Merely cultivated by inspiration?

Harkened by a time

Distant; yet, relevant

As a far away land

Where lapping waves

Wash dirt from the sands

Pulling grit back

To its watery grave

For these patterns

We know & fear

What dark seas bring forth

Craving serenity

In impatient turns

We support levees

Reinforce gates

Construct high fences

Forgiving transgressions

Forgetting offences

In limbo

We walk on

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