G’ Mornin’

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Such A Being

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Can there be such a being
That by merely not being dead
Evil is invoked?

Can there be such a being
That by merely not being dead
Loved ones hearts are broken?

Can there be such a being
That the kindest act would be
To step aside without a word?

Bear 11.29.2018
©Bearspawprint2018

Heavy, The Air

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Heavy, the air.
Weary, the trees
Whisper their despair.
Invading miasma
Of crawling dreams,
Drifts, dense
With unremembered songs.
Heat oppressed,
Unseen Loa cry.
Intensely sweet
Their unheard wails
Are entwined,
Tangled,
In blue mist.
Eerie soup flows,
Thick with voiceless
Voices filling
Unrequited voids,
Empty of regard.
Leaves droop,
Breathless.
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August 14, 2018
Bear ©Bearspswprint2018