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Bad Week – Hard Times
A short poem...
Bad Week – Hard Times Golden Boat, ignorance ocean? Not this week, but a white-knuckle white-water hell ride hurtling down a dark river gauntlet of boulders and beasts lashed down like Ulysses shrinking back from cascading waves and those malign granite warriors arrayed up there on the canyon ramparts, brute colossi towering in stone, vengeful, poised to explode from their frozen cliff top sleep. I, menaced now by the triple sirens – doubt, fear, remorse – screaming 'God ! guru ! man ! See, You don't exist!' riding my broken raft into the abyss, plunging down the canyon of grief out to the edge of this world. – Jogyata.
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