Fri, 12/15/2017 - 18:28 -- kibesso



Is is not better to be rid of a wish than to hold it close. 

It is better to rumble with the tides of the time that you lost your footing;

That you lost your way. 


It is not best to let words fly from your mouth like bluebird song;

Rather- it is best to let them crumble in your throat with the restraint of wisdom. 


Rumbles of the stomach are not just hunger as we claim. 

Rumbles of the stomach are rumbles of the heart. 

Rumbles of the heart are rumbles of the chest;

A deep, penetrating rumble-growl in the chest leaping, pounding





Open you hands

Loosen your wrists

And release your rumbling wish

This poem is about: 
Our world


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