the slabs of the space
fall on my face like cinders
from a fiery furnace
the wind's blasts appear to me
as pure as the beginning word
spoken by our lord
at the inception of the world
the sunbeams
burn away the ghastly
vision of a horrid countenance
the sun streams
wipe out my fears
of love possessive
oh how I adore
the note of the leaf
hovering beneath
poor breathless me
and thoughts roaring through
the mind like mossy stones
tumbling down the slope
the ultimate hope
I've thrown the universe
cut up into splinters
to the furnace of my heart
and from the burnt ashes
the glowing bird rises
devouring the darkness wild
I a tree
gale my
how precious are
the sculptures that you've made
in the chambers of my brain
and when you blow through the oak's grain
they're my beloved brethren
I've been hesitating for too long
it is as deep as misery
now I behold the flicker that will save me
it is a petal of a rose
do not pluck the flower
let it stick to its mother's bower
moon the silver clarion
stars the horseshoes of his dark
haired stallion
let me take a ride and explore
the nostrils of the night
thoughts
leaping on the wind
like gallows' knots
thoughts dripping on the rind
what was shall come once again
yeah I'll take it it's a bargain
I am empty emptyer the emptyest
devoid of content
containing nothing vacant
no elements inside me
free clear devoid of anything
unburdened
having nothing to carry with me
hollow insubstantially thus hallow
unfruitful
lacking sense and knowledge
yet happy
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