(The quiet indignities)

 

The quiet indignities
Of knowing more than
This language can articulate

The night has come the moon is full
The poems don't flow anymore
Too many years of therapy

Running on empty I am getting old
If I'm not happy I am content
The prayer should be enough
The prayer should be enough
The
Prayer
Should Be
Enough....

Afraid of the voice in the thunder
The deep roar of eternity

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