yet you feel empty,
skin of glass shredding white light -
a dark corner tongue
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yet you feel empty,
skin of glass shredding white light -
a dark corner tongue
Yet you feel empty
Full of emptiness again
And ceasing in it
a dark-corner tongue
teasing the edge of my lips
then claiming them fully.
then claiming them fully
deliberate slow counting
insects in her web
insects in her web
bugs, ants, even butterflies
struggling to get out
struggling to get out
anywhere but here; driven on
restless notes within
restless notes within
the very depths of my soul-
a new song is born.
a new song is born
a new life springs from the air
there's peace all around!
there's peace all around
on a late winter evening
but spring is now near . . .
but spring is now near
we've passed winter's harrying
ice panorama
ice panorama
glaciers, avalanches
life buried in snow.
Life buried in snow
We are crushed under a load
of ambivalence.
of ambivalence
of the right way to approach
we think but in vain.
we think but in vain
we sense through feeling alone
we wade through data
we wade through data
a wash of information,
carried down life's stream