Boju Boju



shadow dreams

Hiding in shadows

Playing the game of ghouls

Besting even air

Seek I to pluck muse

When nothing but naught avails


In emptiness, my ears prick

Picking silence, the souvenir of nothingness


In the chill, the will of Wind is found

In glare, the argument of Light emphasized

Unchecked, Fire is a drunkard

Set to purpose, Water; a deaf soldier


The Mountains seem indifferent?

Understand, they have seen it all


Now that muse is found

And silence subdued

Does the voice reading this in your head ask;

“is this why we are here?”

Jig-saw of complete thoughts. Sea of emotions, each tidal wave; spewing form. In this world of haves and have nuts, I chose the latter.

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