Set aside
Prepare nothing
Leave the plans the drawings
The ideas in dusty corners.

Love the empty
Put in mind the way it feels,
Nothing but all-consuming.

Weigh a heavy heart
Unto itself letting it
Breathe as it may want.
Its inward outward beating
Keeping honest minutes.
Its inward outward beating

Who defines, who interprets
My inward outward beating?


2 thoughts on “[untitled]

  1. The play of words was intriguing. Somehow I feel I know what you are saying, but somehow I also feel unsure. All is a haze and yet the soft outlines are well-formed and the mood of the piece was worth visiting.


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