The Traveller

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Got to get to some place

Any place but here

Got to get to other things

Any thing not near

For here I am

Inside beside along

This side of fear I am

Beside residing in what’s

Here I am aside my self

So dear the cost of reeling

From this feeling

Like a dreaming

Has no meaning

Nothing leaning

I am lost

I was but am not here

To pay for loss of living

To be any place

Or face or needing

Any space not here!

 

©K Barr

Prose Prophesy and Prosthesis

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When in the comicals

Of waste and slime

I see descriptions

Of the fair no blight

Such beauty making

False a crime

Are these but prophesies

In this our time

For we that look upon

Our best and worst

Should we so light

Dismiss a curse

In praise of what

We’d rather see

Could not our tongues

Seek skill sublime

To word the whole

Divine complexity

We be beyond

Mere beauty

We are free

To mar or mark

The all of you

That’s also in

And of the All

In all of me

 

©K Barr