Short Enquiries Poems

The streams deluge is a sweet impromptu

Of entranced embankments deflecting the mass,

Infinite depths are the enquiries, ‘where to’

Jagged, tempestuous perpendiculars, alas

Quantify clandestine with volume I’d muster,

Then rapid becomes and is powerless to stop

Disturbing my sleep and awakening lack lustre,

Gently it beckons to an inevitable drop.

Just as my thoughts ask, ‘where do my dreams go?

How long have I slept here, and how far the flow....

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