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disorder

in dry soil

if only a parable

fixed in four days

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but over time

drought affronts me

screaming like wanton child

yelling for me to listen

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the more I hear

the deeper I dig

into the red soil of my psyche

to hide

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but I fail to hide in dust

it only accentuates

my malnourished form

my imbalance

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so I can only climb

to the highest point

of my consciousness

and force my young self to listen

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listen

to the wind

to the silence

to the wisdom of droughts

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of age telling me

to seek order in the present

and of rain that returns

only when I’m ready

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About the Poem: In 1914, Carl Jung began his entries in what would become Primus Novus: The Red Book – cited as one of the most important contributions to the study of psychology. This poem pays a simple homage to the 100-year anniversary of the inception of Jung’s introspective journal.

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