my emptiness
is what will rest with me
when all the lights are gone
what lets me be refilled
re-feel
re-made to master's hand
around it i curl
i treasure it the most
for it's the womb of dreams
yet unconceived
and flowers yet unbloomed
and fruit unset
the slightest weave of silk
unseen but trembling
in the dark
with endless threads of wonder
i halt i dare not move
i'm staring at the rim
of emptiness
so deep and full of what may be
and may be not
caught by a glimpse
of one uncoiling if
among the countless
springing to the sight
and turning emptiness
to space
11.07.14
emptiness
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