Haiku #167 – #173


The slug king
Is calling a meeting
Of clouds, had me expelled.


And has me surrounded now,
Sulking despite my capture;
I had poured water into the rain.


We have such inherent systems,
Such terms in time and space;
All witness to a great wastage.


Do not suffer the illusion
That within a mirror
There lies one’s own reflection.


Whose dream do I reside in?
I could not fathom or intuit
Its fallacies, false logics.


I have seen whole people with
No self value,
Who valued anything else


With less worth,
To no profit at all,
But the end of an existence.





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