In the Beginning

In the Beginning

If one is supposed to write what’s inside

Then how does one write emptiness?

How does one write vacuous?

How do you write nothing and void?

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It seems that is what is always at the beginning

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The greatest power hovering, hovering

Humming, singing

Music is always in the midst it seems

Even in this barren landscape

Bereft of all dreams

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Music is always right in the midst

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My biggest challenge

To not make a fist

And crush the very thing that gives me life

A broken suet, a sharpened knife

Wondering when the birds will even notice me

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And when they do, they fly

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I often wonder why I’m asking why

It always leads past this dark forest

The one where no one sees inside

There is simply dark and mystery

Scents and smells

Of everlasting

Scents and smells of eternal

Both eternal dark and light

Both ephemeral day and night

A land where disoriented is the norm

A land where sun and coming storm

Both dwell together quite splendidly

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So where do I go from here

I cannot tell what is east from west

I cannot hear my heart within my chest

I am simply walking to nowhere

Simply gazing to sky

Simply looking for answers

Where the only answer is why

5/23/20 kdc

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