My response to Rilke’s Duino Elegies
curled in a little ball
pretending
will not save us from the torturous puling of splinters
‘I know NOTHING’
pretending, just in case,
giving meaning to the pure page
……….a clever decoy to fein concern over things more permanent than ourselves!
spreading our neck over that which is willing to reveal itself
and highlight our
sneaky preference for forgetting
we send our projections,
minions leaving clues
a stupid game
it is IN us it IS us it is US nowhere is the treasure and we draw in the mud
black patches over eyes we stumble on hillocks and circle the x
we suckle on the nipple of ignorance
disgusted
by the passive
generous now
convinced of it’s emptiness
brainwashed
under hot lights and pricked by
magic
spinning
wheels
The ultimate is happiness
a satisfaction that no man allows himself to be seen to believe
it is more impressive to chase our daggy tails
than accept the
stringless
floating
Nowhere
Madame Blavatski
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Silver Poetry 
A very thought provoking poem and drawing….best wishes for the new year.
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same to you xx
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the floating nowhere… and there we live, grounding ourselves on syllables and madness. I’d not have it any other way, though.
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I think we have chosen this dichotomous marvel
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