Call Of The Lute

October 25, 2021

I lived to find silence,

chasing hither and yon

till morning turned inward

reaching deeply beyond

Now firmly embedded

inside of myself

my eyes turned away

—from what’s spoken unfelt

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

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