An Existential Divertissement

Where are our dreams

when we’re not dreaming them?

Where is everywhere else

when we’re not there?

What are the voices saying

when we’re not listening to them?

Where does the time go

when we’ve let it pass us by?

Will our graves remain empty

should we choose not to die?

5 thoughts on “An Existential Divertissement

  1. lokesh roy

    Through poetry we let out our feelings more profoundly than prose or say simple conversation. It is an urge , an instinct, more so for a poet. Seen from this angle I must say Louis Kasatkin has reminded all of us to understand life in his charchterstic finess.

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