Long, Lost Coast
A feeling,
unbearable calls–
toward its trumpets
I do fall,
aware but undefined,
long, lost winding coast–
I come, then settle in
alone again,
Siddhartha's son,
the ascetic life begins.
Copyright © Jack Loring | Year Posted 2007
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