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Self Improvement.
Silence in the void,
depths yet undiscovered.
This endless progress
in cycles in circles we move.
There is a something
to which our mouth mutters
ands murmers prevade our sleep.
There is no blood left
upon sacred altars
fingers trace names in the dust
and oaths become formality
devoid of trust.
Metamorphosis
"...There is no blood left/upon sacred altars..." What an image! The old modus operandi is no longer practiced, let the dead be dead, all the sacrifices result in nothing, what was revered is no longer sacrosanct. Change is like this, slicing off pieces of the personality, or national profiles, or community ritual to make way for the innovative (& improved) practice/posture/entity. Nice write - allets -
Are you a secret master ?
Are you a secret master ?
Poet
Writing saves me from the world - surrounded by selfish greedy needy shady and the stange, I can seek a truth, any truth in thoughts from inside the thinking parts transmitted via skill as art. It's a life is all. Thank you for writing so well - allets -