Beware those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.
- Charles Bukowski
Posted 2 years ago
Rootless and recoiled from the grip of the soil
I stand and watch the keeper of sheep pass by
Eyes fixed on the highest hills
Little time for acknowledgements and salutations
A false horizon
Leading his flock up to a higher education
Indented trails with no intentions to follow
I remain surfaced and content
Learning my lessons from what has fallen around me
Making meanings of abandoned meanderings
Unearthing answers amongst the weeds
Gravelling gospels between the dirt
Kneeling on my hands and knees
There are no falls to break
I can choose where my dreams & sorrows are sowed
Upon where the heavy hollow grounds chew and swallow
Bury a heart in a hole
Bathed in showers and awoken by sun light
Distant from the cast of my shadow
These thoughts will blossom and bloom
into empty prophecies
Mindful of the shepherd who wanders the open valleys
I am the tiller of the ground amongst recycled ambitions
I am Cain
I am unable
'...with unusual powers of mind, but infected with misanthropy & subject to perverse moods of alternate enthusiasm & melancholy'
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