Daylight streams through the window
I do not see
I do not feel it
lift
the curtain
that closed upon a forever I haven’t found
I lost me there in
memorandum
where the seeds of things never sent
are sown for no certain purpose
You were there-
I was there
But,
the place was empty
and the lies we left behind were sinking
lower
well, that window seems so distant
with it’s wind I cannot smell-
blowing promises floating
on the wings of
something
with magnitude.
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- Empty Vessel by Heart Sutra.
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