What's that you ask me?
What's with this empty face?
Empty not,
honey dear
empty's nowhere in this place
let me attempt to tell you
what's plain beyond the stare
how i walk and talk and daydream
on things you don't see there
see i
dream incantations
i
walk with gods and more
i
weep meditations
i
devour metaphors
i
stride in step with furies
i
float above the trees
i
look down on creation
i
come back into me
i rise with hopes astounding
bed down in reverie
the face may look empty,
but the mind will never be.
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