I want to write about
A state where all is still
A luxurious feel of all is well
Exterior, interior demons
Snoring in vanquished will
Rarely do I feel thus
Where heart, mind, body
Are in harmonious sync
All frames are straight
Aligned, neither tilted
Nor lop-sided
Flowers wet with dew
Are smiling brightly, sloshing,
Basking in predawn’s molten
Gold beaming light as
Stars fade out of limelight
Headed by sickle moon
And night folds its sheets
Dissipating out of sight
Yes I want to write
About “nothing”
at all~


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