I Can Not But Aquiesce. Poem by Driss Ezzireg
I Can Not But Aquiesce.
As is near the morrow
And is sudden the lightening
So is Death's grip
On us incisive
Before the beginning
Of the trip.
As is soft the awakening
And glamorous the spring
So is the afterwards living
Not forgetting,
All forgiving.
Skimming through days
Of solace
Notions slumber
In multitudinous number.
The spirit resists
Insists
On longitudinal
Quietness.
I can not but acquiesce.
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