with vacuum i have filled
my vacant mind
transforming self
into an empty bamboo branch
now i wait for you to blow
your whispering wind
bouncing rhyme and rhythm
by being in that void
singing a song in my heart
making my soul to leap
and dance as my dead body
walks to my grave
that final empty space
for a final sleep
as my soul braves your surface
like a lion not un-brave
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