GinnungaA Poem by Bud R. BerkichA poem about mental myopia
The sacred in the profane,
the profane in the sacred. Two halves of a larger whole; unity. But a black hole of dissention for those of a myopic persuasion. On the perimeter of your event horizon. The occasion: confusion. "How?" (Good question.) But, this side does not wait for an answer. At least, not one not to their liking. And their like, not liking those that answer the question? Now lost on polarities, unreconciled extremities, spectrum at opposite ends, no halfway-- gap.
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Added on October 26, 2020 Last Updated on October 26, 2020 Tags: Northern mythology, myopia, belief systems, present day AuthorBud R. BerkichSomerville, NJAboutI am a literary fiction writer (novels, short stories, stage and screenplays) and poet who has been wrting creatively since the age of eight. I have also written and published various book reviews, m.. more..Writing
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