Shared with dVerse Poetics – what does art say?

Piling up all the ideas,
they amounted to waste;

(shards of dreams)
chaotic,

overwhelming.

Sharp,
j-a-g-g-e-d thoughts,

piled in spires,

leaving only a little sliver of sky
– an unfocused sea of debris.

An ANXIOUS entropy,
SUFFOCATING senses

–

When the records are reviewed
these monuments refuse art.

All the good things erased,
all the bad things entombed –

given to the archive of Anthropocene obsolescence.

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Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Our Well Being Lies In Our Actions

How quickly time erases such glories
Attached to the regard of others
Let your actions be your own stories
The right action is what one discovers