STEVE H.W.
  • STEVE H.W.
  • About
  • CV
  • CE

Monadic Complexity 

11/4/2016

 



no flesh, no bone, no brain


nothing but a thing that feels


no story left untold


no identity left unbuilt


no body left to move


no mind left to think


a heart, a sight, a soul


all just a thing that be


all awaiting to perceive


all trembling to attach 


all sparks keep on firing

​
all worlds keep on going


Solitude on the grassy plain field


A simple thing is all we can be


Let the breeze stroke through your heart


Embrace the echoes from the deep blue sea


shitty poem, this may be


however shitty, I do so believe.


​


Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Comments are closed.
Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.