All Blown By The Same Wind.... - Poem by RIC BASTASA

i cannot be you
god on high the cliff
you get all the chips
as i just watch
empty handed and seeing
nothing but this
blankness in space

what if i become you?
where will i be?
what happens to me?
i can imagine it
when i become you
i become nothing too
just what happened
precisely to all of
those who get tired of

ah, the multitude is
just that
a heap of dead leaves
a mass of sand dunes
a pool or creeks
a mound of pebbles
ah, same things same
all blown by the same

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 14, 2017

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