Dangerous Manifestation
This wind of no change,
Brings me no succour
To meeting my needs;
Or refreshening my lungs
Stabbing me with dagger of trials like
Play of pains of me wedded to penury
Drama playing out on my life as stage
I have prayed it be like shadow-boxing,
Far from factualness when I wake
But instead it is sleep of darkness;
Crawling grass all over my trauma:
If it does overwhelm me, and I,
Incinerated: I pray my ashes
Accede to dance with the wind
To places; berth place of purpose
So that, when next reincarnated
Could avoid same strife and struggles
Of same such misfortune mauled life.
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