When Being Becomes
By the depths it plumbs
When being becomes
The river undeterred
By the depths it plumbs...
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Do you hear the drums
And the unspoken word
When being becomes?
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Scattered breadcrumbs
Feed a little bird
By the depths it plumbs.
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It's dawn in the slums
And our life is absurd
When being becomes!
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Even the bums
Know that hope is lured
By the depths it plumbs.
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Hear the thundering drums
And the unspoken word
When being becomes
By the depths it plumbs!
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Commentary: This villanelle references what has become my favorite poem: Emily Dickinson's Hope is the Thing with Feathers. I found this poem when I was in a dark place and slightly rearranged it into an a cappella piece, which has become a mantra of sorts for me. You can listen to it for free here:
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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