Against the currents

Take me to the water…
not to saunter
or equivocate,
to notions
of abandoning
that search
for your face…
as we wander
in the jungles
where the river winds
against the currents
of banality… against
the false prophecy
and inhumanity…
as the blind
can’t see or swim…
in the frothy seas
amid clenched
fists…
the people
don’t say amen,
but ask wearily…
what kind of
witchcraft is this?

A reading over ambient sounds:

Assorted wanderings somewhere on 🌎.

Published by Shun P. Writes

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