Thursday, November 10, 2022

Sleepless In Mesopotamia

the gods of Uruk couldn’t sleep
humans were too numerous
a little too loud
and so flooded the world

a clear mind cannot cohere
the random scatter of thoughts
proliferates by distraction
sporadic noise 
house creak yawn cough 
car alarm horn or siren

peace is the sound of an ocean
however the boat floats
sooner or later subduction
everything under water

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