Poetry

15.

If space allowed sounds,
there’d be shouting,
clashing,
rushing of

blood

to vital organs,
can one still hear one’s thoughts out there?
Those inner workings
make their way to the surface of the skull
until
they’re outside,
and it’s not so
loud
any
more.

Listen

to the space inside,
and,
fill it to bursting.

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