poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

I see only the ears if I listen, I hear lips parting but my mouth opens only to proclaim cardiac whispers — the fluttering of a heart that beats for thee, and the glimmer of dragonflies and other winged creatures thou call’st kin if I walk, the ears turn if thy lips part ‘tis for my pleasure if thine heart opens, a charm of hummingbirds gossips the house a symphony sweet sunlight suffuses all smiles and promises and my soul finds peace [22 VII 2020]
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