can you not see, when your eyes are closed?
hear, when there is no sound
a pulse beating like a drum
‘ filling up that empty space inside of me’
marshalling, the random splits of thought
swelling up every other milli second, of my time
like, the rich luminous soil, home to earth worms
food for my thoughts growing imagination rich!
that magic vine
the very one, bearing the thoughts
that feed, on them selves
those that search, after that original one
