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Vagabonds Breaking
The savagery passes over,
channels to the primal things:
Cliffs cutting into
nothingness space -
Mist
Into nothingness
not to be
Missed
All we ever were
was dust to dust
&
We never began to care
in our perfect circle embrace
Nothingness
Anathema of passages of birth
to be reborn – to be reborn.
From the very beginning
they try to take the purity
from
You.
Now you know
what
You
must
do.
Published 18th Oct 2021
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18th Oct 2021 1:01pm
Deep poem. From being to nothingness then rebirth. The circle and cycle of life.
21st Oct 2021 1:08pm
Anonymous
18th Oct 2021 2:42pm
Excellent my friend. A perfect cycle of completion.....one that will go on into what remains above us ...above the raqiya.
21st Oct 2021 1:09pm
19th Oct 2021 8:32pm
I know a few Vagabonds.
I feel even in nothingness there is something. Our eyes are restricted and have a lesser reach than our instinct. If this is about the cycle of life or a cycle in life, or something else, it caught my attention and got me talking.
I will read again and each time find something else.
Thank you for sharing. :)
I feel even in nothingness there is something. Our eyes are restricted and have a lesser reach than our instinct. If this is about the cycle of life or a cycle in life, or something else, it caught my attention and got me talking.
I will read again and each time find something else.
Thank you for sharing. :)
21st Oct 2021 1:11pm
