Poetry by Sam Burks

The Edge

With white noise reflecting
my eyes
I’ve split myself from the entity-
the negative entity-
To join the half grins
on this side
of the one-way window.
A double reflection
consuming
the blankness
of space.
And once surrounded
by endless squawking
madness
desperate in it’s own
special way
I find a nitch at last
in solitude,
an unfathomable multitude
of peace.
With the sea
swelling
and falling
all five, six
maybe even seven
senses
consume me
in peace.

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You may reach Sam Burks at srburks@gmail.com.