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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