The Termite I climbed my height in pains Never to suffer again Wrought by the eagle’s nest Home to them is home to me Strangled by the winds of change I know nothing, I’m just peace Knowing is to suffer in ignorance For such a man—knowing is to Live without remorse of the dead things I host. Living more in ecstasy. I am peace. You can breathe for I am peace. I had an itch, I scratched the surface Now there’s no flesh and I am Now there’s no itch, now I am. Now I am tall and I am life. Feb 20, 2022 6 Facebook Tweet Email
