It Is From Last Night……..

0455
Walking through deserted rooms
Disturbed
What is wrong ?
What is missing ?

There were doors
that opened without knocking
A port
my port
A skiff
My skiff
A book –
The Life of a Man –
My book
A voice
it was my voice

0455
Walking through deserted rooms
Dark abandoned
What is wrong ?
What has gone wrong ?
What is missing ?

I dont believe
in the gods,
in fate
But were these to exist
I could tolerate being toyed with
oh gods and fate
If I had my half

There are pairs
when incomplete
make no sense

Olive
Half
Butter
Yin

Olive oil
Half and half
Buttermilk
Yin and Yang

When incomplete,
make no sense

It is 0530
the sun begins to rise
another day
another day
another day

Bereft of
something……
Doors closed
Port washed away
Skiff shattered
Voice lost, silenced

Who laughs ?
Is joy had from this ?

I know
I know
I know
The meaning of life:
To learn to love and to realize
all will be lost

I know this,
I knew this
I thought I knew

Does it have to be so painful ?

With great love
there is great pain

Does it have to be so painful ?

Do I have to be reduced to nothing
but a shell ?

It 0600
the promise of another day
What promise ?

0610
Up
Surrounded
Alone

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6 April, 2013

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I am Noman
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