by Johanna May
And if you could mould the clay of circumstance
to be the divine:
save the dead from its living
save the life from its dying
will you take on the great loneliness
Posted on 01/07/2013
Copyright © 2021 Johanna May
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 01/13/13 at 05:23 PM|
You have a head on those shoulders and there is something in it. I was born lonely and will be always. But always is not much longer for me so maybe it isn't important or at least not as important as I pretend it is. I will never be a god as I do not believe in them though I stand ready to confront them if they ever appear. I have no use for those in power who do not use it stop the suffering.
|Posted by Rob Littler on 12/28/18 at 11:26 PM|
Loneliness is the stance you take in a nesting circumference of influence, so tight until its singularity implodes, you: wormholed to something new you knew now know.