Two sister countries
One locked away in her room
The other one free
“Noona” © Yasky, 2016

Zachary, my son. Listen…

You cannot feign spirit by its
Xtremities. Since this is
What perception easily
Verifies, it’s all we can
Understand. But Spirit on
The other hand falls under
Similar principles as
Rhetorical truths; truths which
Quips don’t teach in full. You must
Ponder the fundamentals
Of Spirit without all these
Nonsense Spirit has become —
Making it hard to grasp. I
Look at these extremities
Keenly and see nothing but
Jargon; a failed attempt to
Isolate Spirit into
Highs and lows. Oh! But all that
Grows, gives, and begets comes but
From Spirit whole; Spirit in
Entirety. Zach, my boy,
Don’t fathom extremities.
Come closer to the very
Beginning …of each line where
Alphabets run bottom-up.


Sun Dance

On my way to twenty-two
A land filled with horror and big books
I stumbled down the forest’s path
My shoes, them two, got lost in the sand
And lost they did remain
Abandoning what made
Feet strong, and paths with bumps

On my way to thirty-three
Spirits I see in misty glee
Alas! My foddered soul can be free
“Spirit, spirit. Precursor to man.
How can I, my soul, unhand?”
“Unhand!?”, they said, “Unhand
Really!? Boy — find your feet

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