The most beautiful bounty
I keep hidden-
I hide
Without grace but with Shame.
I ground it
and grind it
and keep it milled-crushed-powdery.
Insubstantial.
I keep the mill always moving, always
Always crushing.
Like a coward- Like a fracture.
And within that fracture
I have spread the residue
of my most beautiful bounty-
sprinkling the detritus
of esteemed treasures
and packing it down so it cannot be found.
But what is the bounty?
But what is that most beautiful bounty?
But mine?
This is the shiz. Just fantastic. Thanks for sharing, seriously.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mikey V. I appreciate that. It seems to take an immense amount of bravery for me to share my poetry. But I am so glad that I did. Especially this one. I wrote it at the ashram :)
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