Teira Naahi

Tuesday, May 30, 2017


An ode to the friends whom have come from afar

To share in this space and give it more power

To walk where the sunlight never can go

To lighten the No-Thing so the others can know

Fore there in the chaos amidst the wires and plugs

The routers and switches and universal hubs

Through the coil now bound as the snake to its prey

Free as the eagle aloft in its play

There is a garden of green with a river unseen

Gently flowing out from the shadow of dream

And there upon the ebb and the tide of it all

Rests the sounds of the things you left when you called

So an ode to my friends

For you have come from afar

To partake in this space

And speak from your heart:

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