At the end I saw a bit of what wasn’t there,
Turns out emptiness and silence have a definition they share,
Wind caressed curves taking away breaths burdened with the cold and heat,
It felt as if sliding nowhere on battle-scarred feet,
Mysterious are those lovers of spaces such as these,
Perhaps hearing each wall sing complicated notions with smooth ease,
Freed are ideas the the box held onto and often called stable,
While others only take the opportunity to try to peer past corners whenever able
Tuesday, 03-01-2022, 11:57 AM