Chaos of Our Souls

Chaos of Our Souls

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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where is humbleness in skiing

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Chaos 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


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Added on October 12, 2017
Last Updated on October 12, 2017
Tags: Matter, chaos, dying, hungers

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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