Scratch Scratch - Poem by Dean Meredith
Is there anybody there?
Strike the wanting match
And illuminate our air
Oh is it night already?
Must you stop and stare?
How the darkness becomes you
And fleeting way to care
The torch is lit
The light awakes
And dull eyes want
But I was bothered not
To smite the seeming glare
Nor even brothered
Or even sistered for that matter
In those blind blistering seconds
With misting madness tearing
At my truth, hair by falling hair
And the instructions were clear
From a seer, deep within his lair
The uncarved rock again
The simplicity of zen
Be no-one and no-where
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