Gord

2021-11-18 05:16 am

Beauty, all its mystery,
Maybe this is all a dream,
Belief instinctively,
Anger, or misery,
Or is it grief within me?

Imagine living, symptom-free,
Imagine, breathing with relief,
Instead coughing and wheezing,
Sleeping with vivid dreams,
While sleeping in the street.

A body smeared with honey,
Head to feet, conceit,
Declared supreme,
Yet not even complete.