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After The Sermon
I try not to go down memory lane.
The packages there,
I don't want to open them.
It's not like Xmas, when the joy
is seeing joy and it's multiplication.
What hurts is not me.
Behind regrets and hatred
is that silence where no 'other'
is remembered; no 'other'
niggles me with pain.
I lie still and try to be calm,
to rest as if floating
and when the buzz saw outside
intrudes, it's only the builder
next door, making something new.
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Comments
Frenchf
Wed, 2013-03-20 19:58
Interesting
Why the builder? Who preached? Confusing yet thought provoking write
Ross Hamilton Hill
Wed, 2013-03-20 20:05
hi
preacher was a YouTube guru, an real Indian guru but I can't remember his name, hence the idea of the silence behind thoughts of pain, the builder just happened to be there, a reminder that the outer world will and must intrude.
Ross Hamilton Hill
Wed, 2013-03-20 20:05
hi
preacher was a YouTube guru, an real Indian guru but I can't remember his name, hence the idea of the silence behind thoughts of pain, the builder just happened to be there, a reminder that the outer world will and must intrude.