That Which is Built Upon a Rock

Waves crash across the extinct terrain,
the flair of dancing fish absent.
Colors of the land only hard and grey.
Twilight fog drapes a curtain over
tonight’s scene,
viewed by no one. 

Never was a soul borne on this place. 
Yet on this monotonous night,
in the nineteenth century …
Miniscule stars,
tiny spotlights,
that bring colonists …
Actors looking for land,
deceptive to the natives they encounter. 
But upon arrival, they
dismiss the place.
It is protected by its
infertility and impossibility.
As their boat skirts the coast,
they mark a dot on their map,
and move on. 
It is western Perseverance indeed, to move past what is dead and useless

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Neesa Suncheuri

Neesa Suncheuri works as a mental health peer specialist at a housing agency in Queens, New York. She is the founder of a Facebook discussion group for peer specialists and other recovery enthusiasts, entitled “What is Wellness? A Mental Health Discussion Group.” She also maintains a blog called Unlearning Schizophrenia, and is a regular contributor of poetry and fiction at Organic Coffee, Haphazardly. She is also a singer/songwriter, and an enthusiast of the German language and culture.

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Neesa Suncheuri works as a mental health peer specialist at a housing agency in Queens, New York. She is the founder of a Facebook discussion group for peer specialists and other recovery enthusiasts, entitled “What is Wellness? A Mental Health Discussion Group.” She also maintains a blog called Unlearning Schizophrenia, and is a regular contributor of poetry and fiction at Organic Coffee, Haphazardly. She is also a singer/songwriter, and an enthusiast of the German language and culture.

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