Mere Bellies Are They Poem by Justin Aptaker

Mere Bellies Are They



i will always weave
webs with thoughts
like a widow
black, heart in the shade
awaiting the day
when old ideas fade away

you may be obsolete
if you suddenly see
that you add nothing of adaptive
value
to this equation
but rather than gloat
i will be mourning
in the lotus posture
on some far and remote
desert oasis

Saturday, June 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: abstract,conservatism,human condition,philosophical ,philosophy,progress,protest,rebel,resistance,society
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