Shifting silence,
Eternally dark
From my void
A heart’s great hark
Resounds into
My minds bounds,
And with this noise
My thought rebounds
Greenest grass
And sky most blue
Were these images
Ever true?
Blasphemy!
I draw away
Lest my mind
Go farther stray
From what I
Know to be
This nothingness
I always see.
But something deep
Inside of me
Keeps calling for
My mind to see
The colors all around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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