shimon weinroth - Personal

my sunsets and sun ups are personal
clothed by elements of alchemists,
unwillingly I submit to,
reserving a time and space for

meditation and reflection,
humbled that I am not alone
tortured by doubt, spurred that
faith has fled and hope is swallowed

by quick sand and quagmires
whirls of whorls of events
towed and drowned in those deep seas
and turbulent oceans

I become almost nothing,
a nothing
floating or flying
in the flow of cosmos

faithful or faithless
in chaos or order,
I stand apart
in tides of personal,

sun ups and sunsets

shimon weinroth

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