Empty
through what eyes
what vision
do I project
when I look inside
empty
I speak
now hesitating
now clear
from where come the words
when I look inside
empty
like music
unchanging
feelings but not
emotion
like love
truly
what is joy
what is sorrow
I am
an inheritance
a culmination
an interpretation
when I look inside
I see no furniture
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