Sunday, May 20, 2012

Less than a feeling

A stranger, by his own hand, gives off vibes
That don't sit well with those that give witness
To the event that they see. Unlike tides
That sooth the mind heart and soul, slake fitness
Of body with a greater control, strange
Tides make known their presence with a chilling
That flows down the back of the spine, that stays
The mind, that stops the heart, makes unwilling
The soul: causes many calamities
And later suggests them insanities
That were misunderstood for what they were;
A stranger paints what is, so that unsure
Men find themselves at a loss. So a grace
Is a grace, but what sort is in this place?

                        Less than a feeling, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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