Wide Open Delights
Writing
In order to scrutinize
Thinking.
Keeping my head
Warm and free
Of the need to utter
In order to be
An approved emptiness.
A sieged lie
Bottling the flow
In a broken land.
Wide open delights.
Hard you say.
It's not easy
Wading through the debris
Of invited collisions.
Writing in order
To uncover what's been
Betrayed. De-magnetising
The pull to say
What's been said.
From what point
Do you burst out
Laughing seeing
The other point
The seer a mere echo of attention.
LIGHT returns
Without repeating
The amazement
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