Poetry of the day

          

   Raw

 

Nothing quite works

out right;

families, professions, friends,

books, drinks, gods.

Can`t be otherwise

of course,

in a chance accident

of molecules in a universe

dead or on constant fire.

Life is after all an odd thing;

freak, raw, inefficient; full

of imagination.

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About ctaposh

Cartoonist, poet, social activist, development banker, documentary filmmaker, reader of books and realities, ponderer of questions milling around.
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