Chaos of Our SoulsA Poem by Alfred Kukitzwhere is humbleness in skiingChaos of Our Souls There was so much in the way of Matter. Angling molecules moving in the flux of reality Young men dying for countries Rich kids, age 35 now, skiing the 33rd mountain of their lives An old women, tea in hand, thinking past all memory knowing somewhere, truth was at hand. Given the veer of space time We clock all our nows together making for day, for our lives, for our children's lives while the chaos of our souls hungers for peace within itself, within our lands. © 2017 Alfred Kukitz |
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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