at your invisible feet i offer this set
of bones of this body, mind and soulthis disjointed person, myself, like a poem
incomplete, un-poetic with rhythm
evaporated like the dew drop
on the tropical wild grasslandrefuse not this inconvenient offering
unsystematic in its playing
of that flute, emptiness, the mysterious
hollow in the middle i missed controlwith my licking the edge, the solid
casing that shone and my spirit misled
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