Thanks for the 'no'
or else i`d run and run
and pant my breathes.
I had to stand still and
see the jumbo world;
the globe that i dumped
for a fickle flicker and
the subsequent gloom.
Thanks for the 'no';
I am submerged deep
in the peace- bowl.
And only poems
now bubble up and down.
From the old pit of sorrow;
the fertile womb breeds and breeds.
