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“Without peace, all other dreams vanish and are reduced to ashes.” Jawaharlal Nehru
Finest Of Ash
Discomfort seems right,
the inordinate pain of all there is
resides in my heart and
I needed expiation sooner,
so, I travailed a season
in sackcloth and covered myself
with the finest of ash
awaiting the niggle and itch
of life’s little contradictions
that somehow seemed normal,
no phoenix here but, instead
the graft of living invites
us to ash and to be
lost in the dust of time.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
