The Final Gold of the Ruined Stars

Cover of Planet of the and dog....


Is tonight the final gold of the ruined stars?
Trakl please tell me.
I don’t want to take a wrong turn
Walk in the wrong field.


Mice eat the bark of the night trees
While great forces are at work.
Strictly speaking this is funny.
Yes the self is illusion.
It won’t be coming with us.


“The most beautiful arrangement is a pile of things poured out at random…”
In this raging world…

Leave the world out of this.
Allow the world to world without temper.
Call all the creatures like Noah.
Tell them how sorry you are.
What you do at home is who you are abroad.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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