Zero visibility
engenders obsession
to be
HEARD
Tasting. Sipping. Diving
into the vat of experience
provides frenzied
fodder
I write because I
MUST
Inhale the mystery
of life eternal
Fill the lungs with
unknown spaces
Exhaling fallow
expectations
Expose the story-line
of pain.
Immerse the mind
in deepest
silence
Songs of fire
cool the NOW
Stillness breathes
pulsates in clamor
penetrates internal
truths
Uncover mind
the lies of ego
invest, rest
all fears of
evil...thoughts
that haunt each
face one sees
Allowing breath and
thoughts to travel
traversing up
the unknown spine
Free fall the
mystery of life
Explore. Excavate.
Intoxicate.
STOP!
I cannot.
I MUSTERY THE MYSTERY
I m u s t be heard............................
A contest entry
- what makes you a poet? by Lute.
5200 points, ended January 1, 69 entries
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