The Chant Of Boredom

i repeat words
and i have a chew
of my syllables

love
love
love
love

crazy this mind is
crazy
having gained all the years
and yet can still
mishandle an error
oft repeated

i have focused on the
form
and is misled by its
contours
its lines like labyrinths
of the confused
mind

in willingness
to be lost
to such a ecstasy
that cannot be
easily forgotten

the promises are
rains
beyond the paths
of the gutters
overflowing

there is this
collaboration to be
destroyed
a form of masochism
because of the
beatings of
the flesh

i rest upon
time
and pierces upon
the form
going deeper
into the ramifications
of reason

i sleep upon
the breasts of time
and at the center of
its meaning
i regain the composure
of truth

lotus position
i give a bloom of my flower
arm
to the sky

i chant the song
of the leaves
i simulate the
posture of the
pond

and so here i am with
you
beyond the reach of the
flesh

in peace and harmony
with this poem

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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