Add Vice.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

here
, hearer, do not make t
things clear
that is not their nature
it is filled with
mess, and like a mountain
path, one may clear the grasses
but a month is
old enough to cover
the tracks

do not explain
there is none to explain
what we see we see
it is like that

the forest do not have
news,
when you go near
it is dark

far, it may have a shape
like history

the nature of nature

is always
unpredictable

there is no formula
for what is

no crystal ball
no zodiac no star is telling
where to


just live
breathe for the world is
a breather