Sparkling Blackwater

Grab hold of the terse
minutiae, and gilt swaths
of lamenting fire
rummaging haplessly through
the quagmire inside
the doorstep of creation.

Existence mocks the
effortless vacuum that lies
in wait to eat us alive…

© Christopher Rupley 2016

(This is a Choka, and it stems from a group of Eastern forms of poetry called Waka. The syllable count is 5-7-5-7-5-7…5-7-7).

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