Is this morning of splaying light?
herbs of nurturing in the dark,
I pull out the wooden cello,
putting between knee,
a hollowness to revive (inside)
create a melodious meltdown.
the long dusty caravan sets apart,
brings cedar wood and vermilion,
cello's speciality is hollow (inside)
allow sounds to vibrate.
perhaps mine too. . .
an earthly globe, cherishing glass
of hearts, where void lies (inside)
and throughout the crystal pass,
shadows run like a twilight land.
I bypass the spears of crimson trace,
as if the weaves of fire, entangled me
I retrieve my hollowness (inside)
with gaping jaws, dropping on the floor
my tune vibrated in the hall.
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