1971
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Meditations I
Vanishing weariness, taking with it consciousness
Activity resumes its daily trek through the body.
It captures the resumes of a few hours' contemplation.
Movement tends to make the catacombs muddy.
Merriment wanders aimlessly
Across the open vastness of the libido
Destroying seeds of thought.
Can the moving mind survive under such strain.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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